Optike Za Quotes & Sayings

Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy and moral stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits. These dark days will be worth all they cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered unto but to minister to ourselves and to our fellow men. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

There is no such thing as committing adultery with the right woman, at the right time, and in the right way, for it is simply WRONG. — Aristotle.

Addiction, self-sabotage, procrastination, laziness, rage, chronic fatigue, and depression are all ways that we withhold our full participation in the program of life we are offered. When the conscious mind cannot find a reason to say no, the unconscious says no in its own way. — Charles Eisenstein

I don't have a TV or watch movies. I don't like to be broadcast to, I want to participate. — Pete Cashmore

Whatever is my right as a man is also the right of another; and it becomes my duty to guarantee as well as to possess. — Thomas Paine

Marriage is the Mack truck driving through your life, revealing your flaws and humbling your reactions. — Timothy Keller

Nothing is so galling to a people not broken in from the birth as a paternal, or, in other words, a meddling government, a government which tells them what to read, and say, and eat, and drink and wear. — Thomas Babington Macaulay

We all make mistakes. We must keep finding the right paths. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I don't think I have the right parts to appreciate '50 Shades of Grey'. — Chris Colfer

For every person you can trust, there was first a child who was trusted. — Robert Breault

To know that the odds are so high that only through the perishing of your life will the minions survive, that's love. That's heroism. — Sylvester Stallone

Forgetting is not at all what forgiveness means. — K.M. Shea

The thick stream of air hauled toward the summits
first the great horses of noise reared against the sky
then sluggishly the great limp octopus of smoke
a derisory spitter injecting the night with
the insolent perfume of a citronella lamp
and a wind swept down on the islands
to be riddled by the suspect violence of the locusts ... — Aime Cesaire