Matko Jelavic Quotes & Sayings

If y'all see me in the news, and I make the news for something that I ain't got no business making it for, don't bash me. Say it was a young guy living. — Clinton Portis

My tough shell melted at the sight of his tough shell melting. — Jamie McGuire

We must sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
--Pablo Neruda — Wendy Brown-Baez

One of the best paradoxes of leadership is a leader's need to be both stubborn and open-minded. A leader must insist on sticking to the vision and stay on course to the destination. But he must be open-minded during the process. — Simon Sinek

God always seems bigger to those who need him most. And suffering is the tool he uses to help us need him more. — Joni Eareckson Tada

I never rebel so much against France as not to regard Paris with a friendly eye; she has had my heart since my childhood ... I love her tenderly, even to her warts and her spots. I am French only by this great city: the glory of France, and one of the noblest ornaments of the world. — Michel De Montaigne

'Justified' is one of the greatest teams I've ever played for. It's just awesome. — Neal McDonough

The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn. — Mason Cooley

I had lost my dad. I had come here to this island from a house of tears and falsehood and I saw Gat, and I saw that rose in his hand, and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him, the apples on the kitchen counter, the smell of wood and ocean in the air, I did call it love. — E. Lockhart

Sick, my brothers are sending me home. This place infects me. Templeton my smooth little pill ... such images I have. Such voices, that high voice, the little girl's so naughty, talking to me, all the time now. How I hate her ... the train is empty, Albany a small, spangled fish ... this train is all brown velvet ... the train slows, I am in Templeton, oh. Templeton, Templeton, the train says, slowing down. The lake, the blue, is an embrace. — Lauren Groff

Kate grasped her small handbag and pulled a small blue vial and threw it into the grinding mass. It shattered harmlessly, causing two creatures to pause with a look of confusion.
"What is that potion?" Simon asked.
Kate stared as the two undead things began to shuffle forward again. She glanced into her purse. "Damn it! That was my perfume. — Clay Griffith

The issue is not answering questions, but leaving discussions open. Not in the sense that probably one day you are going to have an answer or you are not going to have an answer. Just live your life, do what you have to do, what you are enthusiastic about doing. — Paulo Coelho

Desert heat or not, the idea that my younger self was facing her last moments was a bucket of cold water in the face. I didn't like her, but she appeared to have her shit together in a way I hadn't for a long time, and she had, frankly, deserved better than me. I tried to wet my lips, had nothing to do it with and croaked, "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Be good. Be right. Be a hero. — C.E. Murphy

You should've warned me," Tink muttered crossly. "I'm the one who had to see his dong swinging around
— Jennifer L. Armentrout