Lykourgos Vasileiou Quotes & Sayings

It's you, he says aloud. My heart... wants you. — Colleen Hoover

In the question of peace, people spoke up and demonstrated for peace and against the threat of war, the threat of atomic war. — Stefan Heym

Hannah's house has been unfinished ever since I can remember. Deep down I think that's always been a comfort to me, because people don't leave unfinished houses. — Melina Marchetta

My mother had brought me here when I was fifteen, on a Sunday after I'd read Look Homeward, Angel for the first time. She'd loved the novel, memorizing whole paragraphs, and, of course, naming me after the book's main character. It is a novel you have to read as a young person or you don't get it. — Ron Rash

A bright light filled the plane. The first shock-wave hit us. We were eleven and a half miles slant range from the atomic explosion but the whole airplane cracked and crinkled from the blast ... We turned back to look at Hiroshima. The city was hidden by that awful cloud ... mushrooming, terrible and incredibly tall. — Paul Tibbets

Things here are so different. Poisoned rivers, softened stone. You never know exactly what you're getting into. What will hold and what will give way — Ally Condie

When you're a dad, there's no one above you. If I don't do something that has to be done, who is going to do it? — Jonathan Safran Foer

Just so you know, I'm gonna kiss you now. You're gonna protest, and I'm tellin' you right fuckin' now it'll do no good. — C.P. Smith

I don't think I do that much to prepare for roles in general. — Charlie Tahan

I have heard the people dwelling in my land, hall-rulers, say that they had often seen two such mighty stalkers of the marches, spirits of otherwhere, haunting the moors. One of them, as they could know full well, was like unto a woman; the other miscreated being, in the image of man wandered in exile (save that he was larger than any man), whom in the olden time the people named Grendel. They knew not if he ever had a father among the spirits of darkness. They dwell in a hidden land amid wolf-haunted slopes and savage fen-paths, teh wind-swept cliffs where the mountain-stream falleth, shrouded in the mists of the headlands, its flood flowing underground. — Chauncey Brewster Tinker

Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange. — Virginia Woolf

The mirror does not flatter, it faithfully shows whatever looks into it; namely, the face we never show to the world because we cover it with the persona, the mask of the actor. — C. G. Jung