Notranje Stopnice Quotes & Sayings

Becoming a footballer is only the first half of the silent prayer a kid offers up to the sky or confides to his teacher in a primary school essay. The second part is the name of the team he wants to play for. — Andrea Pirlo

There," she said softly. "Now he could be sleeping. — J.K. Rowling

Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos! — Raven

The destinies of men are woven one with the other, and you can turn aside from them no more than you can turn aside from your own. — Lloyd Alexander

You never step in the same river of thought twice, because neither you nor it are the same. — Jacques Barzun

We can't do every good thing there is to do in the world. Too many Christians live under the terror of total obligation, thinking every act of injustice, every opportunity of ministry, and every urgent appeal are our responsibilities. — Kevin DeYoung

The Seahawks have only been around since 1976, so our fan base is relatively young. You talk about the Patriots, or the Celtics or, obviously, Red Sox and Bruins. Your grandfather's father was a fan of that team. People have lived there their whole lives. — Matt Hasselbeck

Too much of Indian writing in English, it seemed to me, consisted of middle-class people writing about other middle-class people - and a small slice of life being passed off as an authentic portrait of the country. — Aravind Adiga

You'd be amazed how much fun you can have if you get out of your own head. The problem is that now people are only interested in themselves. What we have is a non-voting generation. That's what they should call you guys, the non-voting generation. You think you can't fix anything until you fix yourselves. Well, let me be the first to tell you, you will never fix yourselves.
p.32 — Stephen Elliott

He said he had evidence that the Company was giving the opposition party money, which was just preposterous considering what bad form it would have been, trusting anybody in the Third World with money. — Marlon James

I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime. I have robbed myself of all my precious time — Robert Earl Keen

In the beginning his flesh was simply soft, so soft that he was cut to the bone by dust particles, air currents and brushing overcoats while direct contact with doors and chairs seemed to occasion no discomfort. No wound healed in his soft, tentative flesh... Long white tendrils of fungus curled round the naked bones. — William S. Burroughs