Molski Udeo Quotes & Sayings

When you realize it's not personal, there is no longer a compulsion to react as if it were. — Eckhart Tolle

I always look at my favourite photographs or favourite movies by James Bidgood or Sofia Coppola before I write my songs - they put me in the right frame of mind. — Charli XCX

You can be a follower of Jesus and not necessarily be a Christian. — Reza Aslan

True friendhip is like sound health: the value of it is seldom know until it is lost. — Charles Caleb Colton

Ah, you may sit under them, yes. They cast a good shadow, cold as well-water; but that's the trouble, they tempt you to sleep. And you must never, for any reason, sleep beneath a cypress.' He paused, stroked his moustache, waited for me to ask why, and then went on: 'Why? Why? Because if you did you would be changed when you woke. Yes, the black cypresses, they are dangerous. While you sleep, their roots grow into your brains and steal them, and when you wake up you are mad, head as empty as a whistle.' I asked whether it was only the cypress that could do that or did it apply to other trees. 'No, only the cypress,' said the old man, peering up fiercely at the trees above me as though to see whether they were listening; 'only the cypress is the thief of intelligence. So be warned, little lord, and don't sleep here. — Gerald Durrell

Punishment. - A strange thing, our punishment! It does not cleanse the criminal, it is no atonement; on the contrary, it pollutes worse than the crime does. The — Friedrich Nietzsche

People sometimes tell me that I don't talk or act or look like a metal fan. Well, what does a metal fan look like? I've found people from all walks of life who love metal. — Eddie Trunk

I have a lot on my mind and not a lot to do so it's going to come out, all of it, and then, then, it may begin to make a sort of sense — Bryan Lee O'Malley

Something's that written out is okay, but it's not always a clear indication of what a person means. — Debbie Harry

This matter of being able to establish Barbara's whereabouts for a specific number of hours brought at least limited relief from agonies of ignorance as to what her movements might be, with consequent inability to exercise control over her in however slight a degree; for love of that sort - the sort where the sensual element has been reduced to a minimum - must after all, largely if not entirely, resolve itself to the exercise of power: a fact of which Barbara was, of course, more aware than I. — Anthony Powell