Nechce Vztah Quotes & Sayings

Love and compassion ... are the ultimate source of human happiness, and the need for them lies at the very core of our being. — Dalai Lama

There's a certain visual grammar you've got to stick in. For example, if a character has just woken up, draw him in his pajamas with the bed a bit rumpled. Or if he's ill, draw little bottles with red crosses on that immediately communicate medicine, and a box of tissues. — Korky Paul

All the suits I buy have to be tailored, no matter what. But it's not just because of my height; it's because I've been skating for so long. My waist is very small, but my legs are just huge. Most really nice suit makers are Italian, and usually they make suit pants for Italian men. I'm like, 'Those Italians must have pretty skinny legs.' — Apolo Ohno

Christ's mission is to release the divine into our conscious knowing. He awakens the impulse in man to rise above his lower nature and be aware of his higher nature that dwells within. — Flower A. Newhouse

I would say just the weather in Vancouver in the winter can be kind of unforgiving. — Brandon Jay McLaren

She asserted that Europeans like them were robbers with guns who went all over the world stealing other people's land, which they then called their plantations. And they made the people they robbed their slaves. She was taking a long view of history, of course. Tarkington's Trustees certainly hadn't roamed the world on ships, armed to the teeth and looking for lightly defended real estate. Her point was that they were heirs to the property of such robbers, and to their mode of thinking, even if they had been born poor and had only recently dismantled an essential industry, or cleaned out a savings bank, or earned big commissions by facilitating the sale of beloved American institutions or landmarks to foreigners. — Kurt Vonnegut

Understanding how DNA transmits all it knows about cancer, physics, dreaming and love will keep man searching for some time. — David R. Brower

Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come. — Stephanie Perkins

What in the world is a hangover cure? — Brian Wilson

Sometimes when Rose was reading, she would catch a whiff of the musty smell of her book. She put her nose down in the fold and inhaled deeply so that wonderful smell, the smell of adventure in faraway lands, would fill her up. She rubbed her hand across the pages to feel the velvety surface of the paper. When she closed her eyes, her fingertips could even feel the words that were printed there, each letter raised just a little, almost like the special language that her blind aunt Mary could read.
To Rose, a book was as real and alive as if it breathed and walked and spoke. — Roger Lea MacBride

Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind. — John Muir