Plamani In Engleza Quotes & Sayings

The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery. — George Eliot

Two Polish men at Halloween with burned faces. What happened? They were bobbing for french fries. — Henny Youngman

Writing is like making love. Connecting with another person's mind is the deepest form of penetration. — Shawn Stern

our minds wander off into all kinds of stories and fabrications and manufactured realities, — Pema Chodron

I got into the guitar at a young age, and it's a big part of what I like to do during my down time. — Jai Courtney

You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten. — Earl Wilson

You can do without a woman but not a typewriter. — Charles Bukowski

Eutrapelia . "A happy and gracious flexibility," Pericles calls this quality of the Athenians ... lucidity of thought, clearness and propriety of language, freedom from prejudice and freedom from stiffness, openness of mind, amiability of manners. — Matthew Arnold

The travesty of slavery wasn't physical abuse. It was the moral abuse of looking at a human being as if they are an animal. — Alan Keyes

Her spirit is hurting, weak and in need, and so is mine. I don't know much either. I'm confused and blinded by the fog we've stumbled into, but Violet is real and warm and a fortress by which I fall to my knees whenever I come into contact. I need her, she needs me and tonight we just need to hold each other. — Katie McGarry

There's nothing more life-changing than fatherhood. — Brad Pitt

One of these, bearing the name of Crampton, is an adorable blonde with a shrill voice, a long slender body imprisoned in a shiny brass corset, and supple catlike movements; a smart golden blonde whose extraordinary grace can be quite terrifying when she stiffens her muscles of steel, sends the sweat pouring down her steaming flanks, sets her elegant wheels spinning in their wide circles, and hurtles away, full of life, at the head of an express or a boat-train.
The other, Engerth by name, is a strapping saturnine brunette given to uttering raucous, guttural cries, with a thickset figure encased in armor-plating of cast iron; a monstrous creature with her disheveled mane of black smoke and her six wheels coupled together low down, she gives an indication of her fantastic strength when, with an effort that shakes the very earth, she slowly and deliberately drags along her heavy train of goods-wagons. — Joris-Karl Huysmans