Lichide Penetrante Quotes & Sayings

If I loved him, would I censor my writing to please him? If I married him, would I force my writing to be married as well? — Erica Jong

Ultimately humanity is one, and this small planet is our only home. If we're to protect this home of ours, each of us needs to experience a vivid sense of universal altruism and compassion. — Dalai Lama XIV

A poem, novel, or play acquires all of humanity's disorders, including the fear of mortality — Harold Bloom

I have the utmost confidence that through your efforts we will eventually beat the hell out of those bastards - You name them; I'll shoot them! — George S. Patton

I don't want anything bad to happen to me. — Martha Raddatz

I'm not at all fed up with British films, but I am fed up with playing upper-class people. — Kristin Scott Thomas

Heart, soul, treasure, rain, sister, memory, knowledge, hope, will. — Alice Hoffman

Nunc fluens facit tempus,
nunc stans facit aeternitatum.
(The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.) — Boethius

Honest self-understanding liberates us from our stuck emotions. — C. Terry Warner

I associate the truest spirit of Christmas with certain years when I had to spend it at my parents' house as an adult who had, presumably, escaped. — Padgett Powell

The more you move toward what makes you feel good, and move away from those things which bring you distress and pain, the healthier you will be. — Christiane Northrup

I think the journey for a politician goes from wanting to please all the people all the time, to a political leader that realises in the end his responsibility is to decide. And when he decides, he divides. — Tony Blair

A 'good job' can be both practically attractive while still not good enough to devote your entire life to. — Alain De Botton

For somebody to be on a search means he or she is involved with these subversive topics, reading and comparing notes with allies, asking questions, daydreaming, brooding. Even though you have homework to do. — Anne Lamott

Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained. — Kim Edwards