Papapostolou Iatrika Quotes & Sayings

The wise speaker first learns when to stay silent — Joe Abercrombie

I think the universe is just so big that there has to be something else out there. — Alexander Ludwig

I guess my favorite Web site would be theonion. I used to read that paper all the time in New York, and it still cracks me up. It's actually my homepage on my computer. — Reid Scott

When I was seventeen I found a man, or maybe he found me. Away from home for the first time, out of reach of my father's archaic restrictions and my mother's culinary insistence, I cut off my hair, dropped my Christian name, wore black and toyed with anorexia, passing incognito among the city workers, just another ant in that vast heap. — Nell Grey

Son of a Merryweather, he's a lot stronger than he looks. — Nicki Elson

The castle of Enysfarne was a dark and towering force that hovered over what was left of my innocence. It contained my destiny, of that I had no doubt whatsoever; a fate that threatened to wipe the blush off my face and turn me into the man my father always wanted me to be ... Veronica Somerset, Dragonfly. — Charles A. Cornell

If outrage were a sign of godliness, then the devil would be the godliest soul in Creation. — Russell D. Moore

He who flies from his master is a runaway; but the law is master, and he who breaks the law is a runaway. And he also who is grieved or angry or afraid, is dissatisfied because something has been or is or shall be of the things which are appointed by Him who rules all things, and He is Law, and assigns to every man what is fit. He then who fears or is grieved or is angry is a runaway. — Marcus Aurelius

We know that when people are safe in their homes, they are free to pursue their dream for a brighter economic future for themselves and their families. — George Pataki

The one outside of life we always were in the end, all our long vain life long. Who is not spared by the mad need to speak, to think, to know where one is, where one was, during the wild dream, up above, under the skies, venturing forth at night. The one ignorant of himself and silent, ignorant of his silence and silent, who could not be and gave up trying. Who crouches in their midst who see themselves in him and in their eyes stares his unchanging stare. — Samuel Beckett

Who can play without wanting to succeed even with a sentimentally gain? — Sorin Cerin