Muntele Sinai Quotes & Sayings

I am more than ever convinced that communism is on the march on a worldwide scale which only America can stop. — Arthur H. Vandenberg

I have consecrated my life to changing matter into spirit with the hope of someday seeing it all. — Joel-Peter Witkin

I did my 'Hulk,' but it was not easy. If I do another Hulk film it will always be compared to the Ang Lee thing, and my first one ... if I come back, I'd love to do another superhero, something different that I can really put my touch on. — Louis Leterrier

Only when we feel the story in each of its moments or places are we able to tell it properly." #ElenaFerrante — Angela Paolantonio

Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn't it such a relief to have somebody say that? — Kurt Vonnegut

A lizard, resting in the shade of the anthill, studied Atkinson with interest, tilting its head this way and that. Atkinson studied it in return. A small, dull brown animal, usually it would not catch Atkinson's attention, but under the circumstances it became a thing of beauty. — Martin Marais

The only way to speak the truth is to speak lovingly. — Henry David Thoreau

My latest tendency is to collapse about 11:00 and with the tears flowing from my eyes or the gin rising to their level and leaking over, and tell interested friends or acquaintances that I haven't a friend in the world and likewise care for nobody ... — F Scott Fitzgerald

I'm famous. That's my job. — Jerry Rubin

We have fried chicken in common? Do you realize how loaded fried chicken is as a metaphor here? — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Too much polishing weakens rather than improves a work. — Pliny The Younger

How very lovable her face was to him. Yet there was nothing ethereal about it; all was real vitality, real warmth, real incarnation. And it was in her mouth that this culminated. Eyes almost as deep and speaking he had seen before, and cheeks perhaps as fair; brows as arched, a chin and throat almost as shapely; her mouth he had seen nothing to equal on the face of the earth. To a young man with the least fire in him that little upward lift in the middle of her red top lip was distracting, infatuating, maddening. He had never before seen a woman's lips and teeth which forced upon his mind with such persistent iteration the old Elizabethan simile of roses filled with snow.
Perfect, he, as a lover, might have called them off-hand. But no - they were not perfect. And it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity. — Thomas Hardy

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece electrostatic / And everywhere Mary went, the lights became erratic. — David Foster Wallace

My work may feature brown faces but it could be anybody's story. — Tracey Moffatt