Lunatcharsky Quotes & Sayings

I grew up a Saints fan, an hour from the Superdome. — Brett Favre

Time only has one mode of transportation. It flies. — Arleen A.

There are a lot of poems where I am questing for God. I don't think there is any finding of God. — Edward Hirsch

When some things go wrong; do not shout! — Lailah Gifty Akita

McMullen came out of Japan racked by nightmares and so nervous that he was barely able to speak cogently. When he told his story to his family, his father accused him of lying and forbade him to speak of the war. Shattered and deeply depressed, McMullen couldn't eat, and his weight plunged back down to ninety pounds. He went to a veterans' hospital, but the doctors simply gave him B12 shots. — Laura Hillenbrand

States with tremendous oil and natural gas reserves have the most to gain economically from proper regulation. — Gina McCarthy

But my knowledge of Marxism was limited to knowing that Marx was a Jew, and that he had a long white beard. I said to Lunatcharsky (the political communist commissar for Education, 1918, fh) 'Whatever you do, don't ask me why I painted in blue or green, and why you can see a calf inside the cow's belly, etc. On the other hand you're welcome: if Marx is so wise, let him come back to life and explain it himself'. I showed him my canvases. — Marc Chagall

As I sat in a small room constructing what seemed to me awkward sentences and paragraphs, McCone was out having exciting adventures. — Marcia Muller

I'm a woman who carries around all these layers of fear and vulnerability. — Teri Hatcher

Secrets stolen from deep inside ... the drum beats out of time — Cyndi Lauper

Another time I had gone out on patrol in the mist and had carefully warned the guard commander beforehand. But in coming back I stumbled against a bush, the startled sentry called out that the Fascists were coming, and I had the pleasure of hearing the guard commander order everyone to open rapid fire in my direction. Of course I lay down and the bullets went harmlessly over me. Nothing will convince a Spaniard, at least a young Spaniard, that fire-arms are dangerous. Once, rather later than this, I was photographing some machine-gunners with their gun, which was pointed directly towards me. 'Don't fire,' I said half-jokingly as I focused the camera. 'Oh no, we won't fire.' The next moment there was a frightful roar and a stream of bullets tore past my face so close that my cheek was stung by grains of cordite. It was unintentional, but the machine-gunners considered it a great joke. — George Orwell