Letusan Merapi Quotes & Sayings

Thought is constantly creating problems that way and then trying to solve them. But as it tries to solve them it makes it worse because it doesn't notice that it's creating them, and the more it thinks, the more problems it creates. — David Bohm

What I love about new technology is that it really pushes the art. It really pushes it in a way that you can't imagine until you come up with the idea. It's idea-based. You can do anything. — Robert Rodriguez

Rock music is becoming stale. Let's put the fun back. — Ray Toro

Lila had been the water flowing over the jagged rocks of her anger & fear, smoothing them out with her infinite patience. — Vivi Andrews

What is their real problem? Is it the fear or is it what they do after feeling it? — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

The trick to taking the paper off the crayons ... is to just do it. There is no trick. — Dan Bergstein

Once, as I passed by a cottage, there came out a lovely fairy child, with two wondrous toys, one in each hand. The one was the tube through which the fairy-gifted poet looks when he beholds the same thing everywhere; the other that through which he looks when he combines into new forms of loveliness those images of beauty which his own choice has gathered from all regions wherein he has travelled. Round the child's head was an aureole of emanating rays. As I looked at him in wonder and delight, round crept from behind me the something dark, and the child stood in my shadow. Straightway he was a commonplace boy, with a rough broad-brimmed straw hat, through which brim the sun shone from behind. The toys he carried were a multiplying-glass and a kaleidoscope. I sighed and departed. — George MacDonald

I'm not averse to earning someone; in fact I'd love to earn some money. But also my choices of movies don't tend to make money but I get to make interesting films. But it doesn't mean I don't want to earn shitloads of cash. — Daniel Craig

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. — William Shakespeare

Even after the ringing stopped, the sound of the bell lingered through the evening gloom like the dust floating in the air. — Haruki Murakami