Multiforme Significado Quotes & Sayings

Whom do you call bad?
Those who always want to induce shame. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Man's enemies are not demons, but human beings like himself. — Lao-Tzu

Love meant a lot, it meant everything, and it meant nothing. — Charles Sheehan-Miles

We shall meanly lose or nobly save the last hope of earth. — Abraham Lincoln

One by one they noted in my reports that I daydreamed far too much, was always somewhere else. Where that somewhere was I cannot say, but it often landed me in the corner sitting on a high stool in full view of all in a conical paper hat. — Patti Smith

It is saying less than the truth to affirm that an excellent book (and the remark holds almost equally good of a Raphael as of a Milton) is like a well-chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals, we may recur to it year after year, and it will supply the same nourishment and the same gratification, if only we ourselves return to it with the same healthful appetite. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

For each ray of light, there's a stroke of dark,
For each possibility, one has gone.
For each action, a reaction.
Ever in balance, the world spins on. — Kiki Sullivan

They were mostly happy, until they weren't. I suppose that's true for most everyone. — Kate Moretti

If anything can scare you, it can define your life. — Debasish Mridha

Yet what are we without our addictions? Insipid. Flavourless. — David Mitchell

To see God everywhere is to see Him nowhere. — Cormac McCarthy

Two elements are needed to form a truth - a fact and an abstraction. — Remy De Gourmont

I wouldn't mind going somewhere and taking a president position and signing acts and taking the attention off of me and taking what I've learned in my career and applying that to another person's. — T.I.

He listened to her with silent attention, and on her ceasing to speak, rose directly from his seat, and after saying in a voice of emotion, 'To your sister I wish all imaginable happiness; to Willoughby, that he may endeavor to deserve her,' took leave, and went away. — Jane Austen

At the edge, I start to imagine the thing that isn't being directly looked at, the vague presence of something: a house, a wall, a hedgerow. Your eyes will slip beyond this, into the bleached air, but you should know it's there, and eventually your attention will come back to it. That's how I want it to work, anyway. — Harriet Lane