Mlada Quotes & Sayings

Beauty can get a woman what she wants: love and money. But when beauty leaves you, so can the things it brought. — Paulina Porizkova

Many men spend their lives living in the wrong corner of their souls, mainly out of fear of what they might find on the other side. — Sally Gardner

My sister is not my mother, but more than anyone else, she fills that role for me now - like it or not. And indeed, all women I know play that role for somebody - like it or not. — Sandra Tsing Loh

When you're a kid, you don't get to do anything.
When you're a grown-up, you don't want to do anything. — Tony Taylor

I enjoy watching people fall in love on-screen so much that I can suspend my disbelief for the contrived situations that only happen in the heightened world of romantic comedies. I have come to enjoy the moment when the normal lead guy, say, slips and falls right on top of the hideously expensive wedding cake. I actually feel robbed when the female lead's dress doesn't get torn open at a baseball game while the JumboTron is on her. — Mindy Kaling

Time is measured in meaning — Rene Denfeld

The beauty in the genome is of course that it's so small. The human genome is only on the order of a gigabyte of data ... which is a tiny little database. If you take the entire living biosphere, that's the assemblage of 20 million species or so that constitute all the living creatures on the planet, and you have a genome for every species the total is still about one petabyte, that's a million gigabytes - that's still very small compared with Google or the Wikipedia and it's a database that you can easily put in a small room, easily transmit from one place to another. And somehow mother nature manages to create this incredible biosphere, to create this incredibly rich environment of animals and plants with this amazingly small amount of data. — Freeman Dyson

I'm a spiritual person, I'm an America, I'm a Jew, and all of those things influence every breath I take, everywhere I go. — Mandy Patinkin

And after that, after the awkward shuffling away of that last thin layer of clothes, words retreated to the sounds they once were. We had sex. A happy entanglement of warm limbs and warmer love. A physical and psychological merging that conjured a kind of inner light, a bio-emotional phosphorescence, that was overwhelming in its gorgeousness. I wondered why they weren't prouder of it. Of this magic. I wondered why, if they had to have flags, why they didn't just opt for one with a picture of sex. — Matt Haig