Mobilizarea Quotes & Sayings

I'm a black man in the United States of America, so I always feel like there's a target on me. — Wale

There wasn't a single cell in our bodies that was the same as the day we were born, and yet we were still held responsible for everything all of our formers selves had ever done. — Jennifer DuBois

Our society has made it extremely difficult for those living
with the virus to declare their status — Oche Otorkpa

A key barometer to help us weigh the rightness of our actions is self-respect. — Sharon Salzberg

Magicians will always tell you the trick is the most important thing, but I'm more interested in telling a story. — Marco Tempest

Dantes examined the various articles shown to him with the same attention that he had bestowed on the curiosities and strange tools exhibited in the shops at Marseilles as the works of the savages in the South Seas from whence they had been brought by the different trading vessels. — Alexandre Dumas

But I absolutely believe that architecture is a social activity that has to do with some sort of communication or places of interaction, and that to change the environment is to change behaviour. — Thom Mayne

If history teaches us one thing, than that history teaches us nothing. — Peter Ustinov

That's the fun thing about fashion: it changes. One day, we're into short, the next we're into full length for day, or half short and long. — Jason Wu

The word of the oldest of the old of our peoples didn't stop. It spoke the truth, saying that our feet couldn't walk alone, that our history of pain and shame was repeated and multiplied in the flesh and blood of the brothers and sisters of other lands and skies. — Subcomandante Marcos

The highest civilizations
the longest to last and I believe the most successful in human terms
are those which have come the closest to achieving real understanding and mutual appreciation between men and women. — Pearl S. Buck

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates. — Emile M. Cioran

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy's body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth. — James Dashner