Pencereden Bir Quotes & Sayings

A big ego means that you have some confidence in your abilities, really, and that you're prepared to take the risk of trying them out. — Brian Eno

I can't see the future," Nico told him, "but I can often tell when people are close to death. You're not. I don't know when that piece of firewood will burn up. Eventually, we all run out of firewood. But it won't be soon, Praetor Zhang. You and Hazel ... you've got a lot more adventures ahead of you. You're just getting started. — Rick Riordan

Don't get yourself noticed and you won't get yourself hanged. — Stefan Bachmann

Estragon: You see, you feel worse when I'm with you. I feel better alone, too.
Vladmir: Then why do you always come crawling back?
Estragon: I don't know. — Samuel Beckett

I think sometimes you can study guys and build them into giants that they are not. — Ryan Hall

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Delaying giving as a strategy for future kingdom building is risky. We could hold on to assets out of fear of letting go or unwillingness to surrender control to the Lord. As long as money lies within our grasp, there's not only the danger that we'll lose the assets, but also that we'll change our minds or be seduced by the status, prestige, and recognition of controlling (or having our name attached to the distribution of) what belongs to God. — Randy Alcorn

Did you wake him?"
"If I say yes, will you spank me?"
Syn rolled his eyes. "You're horrible, Mari. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

(Whereas we are inclined to equate the reality and the sense of the reality, these are different things - there can be a reality of God's presence and activity whether we feel it or not, and we can have a sense of God's reality and activity but the sense may be false.) — John E. Goldingay

I need a bone saw - for the meatloaf I made for you, which looks suspiciously like a brick. The gravy is a blanket. — Jarod Kintz

The Arctic is a highway. The tree limit, the scarcity of trees, freed people to walk. Particularly in the wintertime. Which connected people physically, communicatively. And mythically. The long nights of winter free people to tell. And to listen ... — Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa

There are no reasons for my photographs, nor any rules; all depends on the mood of the moment. — Jeanloup Sieff

All April and May, the stock-pots exuded the fragrance of the crushed bones and marrow of cattle and fowl, seasoned with the crispate herbs and vegetables from her own luxuriant garden. The smells coalesced into a dark perfume that felt like a layer of silk on the tongue. My nose grew kingly at the approach of my home. There would be the redolent brown stocks the color of tanned leather, the light and chipper white stocks, and the fish stocks brimming with the poached heads of trout smelling like an edible serving of marsh. — Pat Conroy