Micunovic Gradimirka Quotes & Sayings

There's always reasons to make mistakes. Because then you do new mistakes next time. So they're beautiful mistakes. — Ville Valo

The only way to enjoy the fun of catching people behaving disgustingly is to have children. One has to keep having them, however, because it is incorrect to correct grown people, even if you have grown them yourself. — Judith Martin

Monsanto doesn't care about feeding the world. We have to think about the wage slavery of migrant workers and salary slavery of those who are desperately unhappy. — Wendell Berry

We are all thieves; we are all thieves; we have taken the scriptures in words, and know nothing of them in ourselves. — Margaret Fell

I believe it is time for Americans to re-adopt a simpler and healthier American dream, a dream in which we seek financial stability rather than wealth creation. But — Erik Wecks

What shall I do with all my books?' was the question, and the answer, 'Read them,' sobered the questioner. But if you cannot read them, at the very least handle them and, as it were, fondle them. Peer into them. Let them fall open as they will. Read on from the first sentence that turns the eye. Then turn to another. Make a voyage of discovery, taking soundings of uncharted seas. Set them back on their shelves with your own hands. Arrange them on your own plan, so that if you do not know what is in them, you at least know where they are. If they cannot be your friends, let them at any rate be your acquaintances. If they cannot enter the circle of your life, do not deny them at least a nod of recognition. — Winston S. Churchill

Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair and manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I was angry. I wanted blood in the dawn. — Bernard Cornwell

The scientist keeps the romantic honest, and the romantic keeps the scientist human. — Tom Robbins

His mother's death, nearly thirty years ago, had been tragic and sorrowful in a way that was no longer possible. Tragedy, he perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there was still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason. His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return, and because somehow, he did not remember how, she had sacrificed herself to a conception of loyalty that was private and unalterable. Such things, he saw, could not happen today. Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows. All this he seemed to see in the large eyes of his mother and his sister, looking up at him through the green water, hundreds of fathoms down and still sinking. — George Orwell

We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound, Totems of love and hate, black sorcery-stones. — Stephen Vincent Benet