Picturi Cu Flori Quotes & Sayings

One of my big beliefs about Washington is that we highly overstate the power of individuals and highly underrate seeing Washington as a system, in general, but, in particular, we highly underrate the power of Congress. — Ezra Klein

One of our sillier Zemblan proverbs says: the lost glove is happy. Promptly — Vladimir Nabokov

Maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look lie. — Jodi Picoult

The slowest of us cannot but admit that the world moves. — Wendell Phillips

I like doing Zumba. I only do it like, once a week. If I did it more often, I would be very skinny. — Shanina Shaik

Feral beauty tangled up and over every surface. Enormous vines and flourishing blooms swathed the area creating a shadowy, organic cathedral. A faint whiff of perfume breezed to her, like jasmine, but sweeter, more delicate - if jasmine could be more delicate without losing its scent entirely. The buzzing of alien insects reminded her of the sticky, summer days of her childhood in the South, and cicadas filled her memory with their incessant mating calls. Here, however, the insects grew louder as it grew darker. It seemed even they understood the dangers of daylight. — Jacqueline Patricks

Rarely do celebrities and actors speak up for what they believe in. — Lee Daniels

He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned to a shadow and let him through. Perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume, perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person's standing might raise the immediate atmosphere ten degrees for an instant. There was no understanding it. Each time he made the turn, he saw only the white, unused, buckling sidewalk, with perhaps, on one night, something vanishing swiftly across a lawn before he could focus his eyes or speak.
But now, tonight, he slowed almost to a stop. His inner mind, reaching out to turn the corner for him, had heard the faintest whisper. Breathing? Or was the atmosphere compressed merely by someone standing very quietly there, waiting?
He turned the corner. — Ray Bradbury

When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, this is madness. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I didn't visit art galleries growing up. I didn't know anything about it. But at 17 I made the decision to leave home and explore. I've been using the Internet since I was 13, so I could see there was this whole world out there. — Kesh