Lenores Moscow Quotes & Sayings

It is the second night," he said. "The dangerous night. The charm of the unknown is gone and the charm of familiarity has not yet come. We'll survive it. — Erich Maria Remarque

Every thought you cultivate is a brushstroke on the canvas of your life. Your life then, is an outer picture of your inner thoughts. — Toni Sorenson

All the books I've read, I've read at the right moment. — Miriam Toews

I still use the guitar pretty much just to hide my gut. — Garth Brooks

I suppose that one of the reasons I wrote 'In Contempt' was because of the money. After the trial I came to realize that there were things that I needed to do if I was to protect myself and my family, so there were some selfish reasons for it. — Christopher Darden

What a beautiful disaster. — Tahereh Mafi

Each of us has the power and responsibility to become a rainbow in the clouds. — Maya Angelou

What if your brother is dying and you can't stop it. What do you do?"
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"You help him find something that makes him feel that he still wants to be alive. Only thing to do. — Alice Hoffman

There are some things the arrogant mind does not see; it is blinded by its vision of what it desires. — Wendell Berry

It really is a fact that liberals are much higher than conservatives on a major personality trait called 'openness to experience.' People who are high on openness to experience just crave novelty, variety, diversity, new ideas, travel. People low on it like things that are familiar, that are safe and dependable. — Jonathan Haidt

If you can make someone believe that you believe in the idea then I think that's worth a lot. — Alice Lowe

The more I love humanity in general the less I love man in particular. In my dreams, I often make plans for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually face crucifixion if it were suddenly necessary. Yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone for two days together. I know from experience. As soon as anyone is near me, his personality disturbs me and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he's too long over his dinner, another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I hate men individually the more I love humanity. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky