Milivoje Katnic Quotes & Sayings

My definition of fear is that it's a constant companion, a sidekick, riding you like a watch, going in and out of the days. I don't live like that anymore. The fact that I'm sixty-three has something to do with it. What I used to fear was growing old - not the aches and pains part or the what-have-I-done-with-my-life part or the threat of illness, none of that. I just couldn't imagine what my life would be like without the option of looking good. — Abigail Thomas

And even when the apparatus exists, novelty ordinarily emerges only for the man who, knowing with precision what he should expect, is able to recognize that something has gone wrong. — Thomas S. Kuhn

I realized that we have to do everything we can to preserve the Jewish race. I'm very proud of it, and I think it's wonderful. — Harry Triguboff

I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things. — Alice Sebold

I want to be loved, honestly and truly loved, for who I am. And I want to love a woman with all my heart for all my life. I want to ache for her mind, for her body, for her companionship. — Kerrelyn Sparks

Tomorrow was over the horizon and it would take an entire day to reach — Jonathan Safran Foer

The very first step toward giving to others is grateful recognition of our own assets. — Nancy Brinker

And what good's a life that leaves nothing behind/Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time. — Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Bitch: In praise of difficult women. — Elizabeth Wurtzel

And if you stop and think about it you won't believe it's true: That all the love you've been giving has all been meant for you. — Justin Hayward

Immune system will heal itself. — Rhonda Byrne

I think it's obsessions that a lot of people share, but they don't dare to talk about openly. — Julie Delpy

I went on a Hot Pocket diet where I ate two Hot Pockets every four hours. I only had the pepperoni pizza flavour. I didn't go anywhere near the cheeseburger macaroni. — Jason Segel

In the mirror the brow furrowed in confusion, this was not her soul that she saw in the reflection. The eyes filled with tears of anguish. The face aches with despair.
Then the being retreats to her solitude, deliciously succumbing to the dissociation — Tina J. Richardson