Myrasa Quotes & Sayings

This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler.
[Lat., Magnum hoc vitium vino est,
Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.] — Plautus

And when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment ... — Plato

Yossarian - the very sight of the name made Colonel Cathcart shudder. There were so many esses in it. It just had to be subversive. It was like the word "subversive" itself. It was like "seditious" and "insidious" too, and like "socialist," "suspicious," "fascist" and "Communist." It was an odious, alien, distasteful name, a name that just did not inspire confidence. — Joseph Heller

I want to stick around with the big boys. I don't want to be in the old folks home. — Michael Caine

I'm fine with being a little bit of an instigator. — Ted Ligety

I don't have a favorite drink. I don't do favorites of anything, practically. — John Darnielle

I know that the designers that have me in their shows have me for a reason, I know that the designers that don't have me in their shows don't have me for a reason, and I accept either way. — Gigi Hadid

You can never be too rich or too thin. — Wallis Simpson

The United States is at a turning point because of a decreasing influence of faith . — Os Guinness

Apparently, I am one of many who is human. — Travis Bughi

To her
Even endless expanding distance of time space and matter is not enough to tell you how I feel. It is there inside the mysterious identity we call soul. — Sameh Elsayed

They were seeking out the treasure of their destiny, without actually wanting to live out their destiny. — Paulo Coelho

Every individual can make a difference ... if we continue to leave decision making to the so-called decision makers, things will never change. — Jane Goodall

Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes
For a last look at that white house she knew
In sleep alone, and held no title to,
And had not entered yet, for all her sighs.
What did she tell me of that house of hers?
White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door;
A widow's walk above the bouldered shore;
Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.
Is she now there, wherever there may be?
Only a foolish man would hope to find
That haven fashioned by her dreaming mind.
Night after night, my love, I put to sea. — Richard Wilbur