Maticevic Centar Slavonski Brod Quotes & Sayings

Everything on my body has a meaning. I don't do art just because. It does look cool but it also has a meaning. — Carmelo Anthony

If you take a particle down, past neutrinos, you get vortexes, little whirlpools of energy. This is amazing, because what it really means, is everything is the same. Everything is one of those, in various combinations. — Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki

A wound gives strange dignity to him who bears it. Well men shy from his new and terrible majesty. It is as if the wounded man's hand is upon the curtain which hangs before the revelations of all existence - the meaning of ants, potentates, wars, cities, sunshine, snow, a feather dropped from a bird's wing; and the power of it sheds radiance upon a bloody form, and makes the other men understand sometimes that they are little. His comrades look at him with large eyes thoughtfully. Moreover, they fear vaguely that the weight of a finger upon him might send him headlong, precipitate the tragedy, hurl him at once into the dim, gray unknown.
("An Episode Of War") — Stephen Crane

Success is about us. Significance is about others. — John C. Maxwell

We are born with faculties and powers capable almost of anything, such at least as would carry us farther than can easily be imagined: but it is only the exercise of those powers, which gives us ability and skill in any thing, and leads us towards perfection. — John Locke

Those called penny bags. Each of them got a brand-new penny on the bottom. The light reflecting off the penny supposed to confuse the flies, so they don't come around and bother the food, although every time I see a fly, they confused enough already. Know what I mean?" Queenie chuckled. — Laura Lane McNeal

You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you. — Ellis Peters

The shift in thought frequency of a single individual has enough energy to light up the world's lighthouses - we hold that much power within us. — Pooja Ruprell

over the last decade I had little — David Liss

The tongue must be heavy indeed, because so few people can hold it — Confucius

This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god - and in a hot place, at that - with a stride like any human stride, the sandal reaching just above the rocks along the way; and when He splurged on transportation, it was a regular donkey. This Son is a god who died in three hours, with moans, gasps and laments. What kind of a god is that? What is there to inspire in this Son? Love, said Father Martin. — Yann Martel