Najlepsie Cesto Quotes & Sayings

Being a special doesn't suffer alone,
but suffers along with those who jealous — Altaf Khan

Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn't changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman. — John Berger

I've certainly had to go through trying to change the fact that I was always identified as the widow of Notorious B.I.G. You know, I'm never going to be able to get away from having been married to him, but that's not what identifies me. You know, my life isn't just about that. — Faith Evans

Scholars, street knowledge, Carter kids stuck in the projects. — Big Pun

Warned me that the tenuous balance that exists in my brain is easily set off kilter, but like everything else he said, — Marya Hornbacher

Nihilism, there's really nothing to it. — Dean Cavanagh

I don't think - I begin, but then I stop there. Strangely enough, this sounds like a full, declarative sentence, as if I'm standing in a bar shouting out one of my most obvious character flaws. I don't think! — Matthew Norman

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives. — Paul Simon

Fishermen, hunters, woodchoppers, and others, spending their lives in the fields and woods, in a peculiar sense a part of Nature themselves, are often in a more favorable mood for observing her, in the intervals of their pursuits, than philosophers or poets even, who approach her with expectation. She is not afraid to exhibit herself to them. — Henry David Thoreau

I'll tell you, I think that the Internet has provided an enormous boost to film criticism by giving people an opportunity to self publish or to find sites that are friendly. — Roger Ebert

I sit cross-legged on the rock The valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost in mist and fog I rest happily in this place At dusk the tree shadows are low I look into my mind A white lotus emerges from the dark mud — Hanshan