Miholjsko Ljeto Quotes & Sayings

I learned what I really love is making films, not the film business. I want to be on the set, meeting with writers, I want that freedom. I love it now. — Harvey Weinstein

Furthermore, what profit was it to me that I, rascally slave of selfish ambitions that I was, read and understood by myself as many books as I could get concerning the so-called liberal arts? ... I had turned my back to the light and my face to the things it illuminated, and so no light played upon my own face, or on the eyes that perceived them. — Augustine Of Hippo

How he loved and yet
wished to leave you: always both, at once. — Rainer Maria Rilke

I've had people turn up to book signings with knives, with guns. — Patricia Cornwell

and wimple of the Order?" asked — April Holthaus

4 I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house! But — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

I think, apart from Sir Garfield Sobers nobody else has played 20 years in international cricket and 20 years playing at the very highest level and to the very highest standard is an achievement beyond compare. — Sunil Gavaskar

After a short breather, Reiko crushed her cigarette out and picked her guitar up again. She played "Penny Lane," "Blackbird," "Julia," "When I'm 64," "Nowhere Man," "And I Love Her," and "Hey Jude. — Haruki Murakami

When women smoke, it is hard for them to quit because they are so worried about their weight; it's a vanity issue and a mindset. — Loni Anderson

Writing a book has about it some of the anxiety of telling a joke and having to wait several years to know whether or not it was funny. — Alain De Botton

The only thing equal to the enormity of his want was his regret. — Molly Ringwald

A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did. — Robert Breault

I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family. — George W. Bush

Coldly, sadly descends The autumn evening. The Field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace, Silent; hardly a shout From a few boys late at their play! — Matthew Arnold