Lithuanians In America Quotes & Sayings

And now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually? We consume animals and then one of us consumes the other, my love. — Charles Bukowski

Innovation is any change big or small that makes a difference. — Thomas Smith

Whether I pound or am being pounded, all the same there will be moaning! — Henrik Ibsen

Love, the life-giving garden of this world. — Rumi

At all times, think like a writer, and keep those antennae twitching - that way, you pick up new ideas. — Ian Rankin

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man. — John Dryden

Let me tell you what I learned in the Hole. I learned that in suffering, we find the true measure of our strength. I learned that a man can be a coward one day and a hero the next. I learned that I'm not as good a man as I thought I was. But the most important thing is this: I learned that though it costs me dearly, I can change. I learned what has been broken can be made new. Do you know who taught me that? A prostitute. In a bitter woman who made her living in shame, I found honor, courage, and loyalty. She inspired me and she saved me. -Logan — Brent Weeks

War - the ordinary man's most convenient means of escaping from the ordinary. — Philip Caputo

I am a God, so hurry up with my damn massage; in a French-ass restaurant, hurry up with my damn croissants. — Kanye West

Lot's Wife

And the just man trailed God's messenger,
his huge, light shape devoured the black hill.
But uneasiness shadowed is wife and spoke to her:
'It's not too late, you can look back still

At the red towers of Sodom, the place that bore you,
the square in which you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows of that upper storey
where children blessed your happy marriage-bed.'

Her eyes that were still turning when a bolt
of pain shot through them, were instantly blind;
her body turned into transparent salt,
and her swift legs were rooted to the ground.

Who mourns one woman in a holocaust?
Surely her death has no significance?
Yet in my heart she never will be lost,
she who gave up her life to steal one glance.

1922-24 — Anna Akhmatova

It was an identity crisis. I was born and raised in France, but I never really felt French, so I needed to find something that I was more connected to. I used to go back to Tunisia every summer, but I was more into the language, my Arabic roots. — EL Seed