Lleva Quotes & Sayings

O God, I'm merely thinking you're thoughts after you. — Johann Kepler

This spirit of mob-law is becoming as great an evil as a servile war. — Andrew Jackson

It's fall coming, I kept thinking, fall coming; just like that was the strangest thing ever happened. Fall. Right outside here it was spring a while back, then it was summer, and now it's fall-that's sure a curious idea. — Ken Kesey

I could show fight on natural selection having done and doing more for the progress of civilization than you seem inclined to admit. Remember what risk the nations of Europe ran, not so many centuries ago of being overwhelmed by the Turks, and how ridiculous such an idea now is! The more civilised so-called Caucasian races have beaten the Turkish hollow in the struggle for existence. Looking to the world at no very distant date, what an endless number of the lower races will have been eliminated by the higher civilized races throughout the world. — Charles Darwin

It was adapted to climbing apple trees and running after gazelles, not to clearing rocks and carrying water buckets. — Yuval Noah Harari

Chicken wings saved my life- Joseph Kim — Rhea Sanchez

Classes teaching you how to breathe. I'm 32, I think I've got the hang of it. — Karl Pilkington

Every single part of me ached, sort of like the universe was exploding inside my skull, or like my body was tearing itself apart in order to rebuild everything from the inside out. To re-create some twisted semblance of me. — Jess Rothenberg

I still feel I'm doing the same work I've always done. — Elizabeth McGovern

Assuming that rapture is nature's play with man, the Dionysian artist's creative activity is the play with rapture. — Friedrich Nietzsche

September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.
So I give her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy.
Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses. — Louis MacNeice