Metodico Antonimo Quotes & Sayings

Earth is a heaven but man often creates many hells within this heaven and a fascist country is one of the hottest and the most suffocating hell amongst all those hells! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Time is the warp and matter the weft of the woven texture of beauty in space, and death is the hurling shuttle. — Annie Dillard

I've always loved that three, I thought to myself as I watched her run her fingers around the trunk. Her eyes lifted to take it all in. She had always connected with that tree too, making it the perfect location for the swing I'd made for her. The swing that I'd hoped would keep her coming back here. Back to me. — Rebecca Donovan

It is not that the intellect sometimes misunderstands. Rather, the intellect always misunderstands. It is not that the intellect sometimes errs, it is that the intellect is the error. — Rajneesh

Charity is appeased when some rich person gives money to the poor while justice asks why one person can be that rich when so many are poor. — Ronald Rolheiser

He nodded. I no longer focus on meeting their expectations because I am too focused on outdoing hers. — Sarah MacLean

I'm horrified of leprechauns. I'm horrified that I might be leprechauns. — Thom Yorke

Looking back later, acquaintances marveled at the feat of this awkward, skinny kid the yearbook called "a rather quiet chap about campus," dour and brooding, who couldn't even win a girlfriend, who attracted enemies, who seemed, a schoolmate recalled, "the man least likely to succeed in politics." They hadn't learned what Nixon was learning. Being hated by the right people was no impediment to political success. The unpolished, after all, were everywhere in the majority. — Rick Perlstein

Nobody needs to be taken to Hell to experience it. We just grow despair inside the soul until it becomes a world in and around a human. — Carolyn Jess-Cooke

Everyone wins when a leader gets better — Bill Hybels

I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can you on earth be sought,
or only when the sunsets fade
be mourned secretly in my thought?

All is for you: the daily prayer,
the sleepless heat at night,
and of my verses, the white
flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.

No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured
me more, not
even the one who betrayed me to torture,
not even the one who caressed me and forgot. — Anna Akhmatova