Podoba Vody Quotes & Sayings

What do I know about love? Not much-that's the safe answer. Even when I think I have a grasp on it, something comes along to make me realize I don't know anything at all. It's just a concept to me. It's the thing that all the songs are written about, the thing that makes smart people act stupidly. If I can make love a concept, it makes me a better observer. And it also leaves a place inside of me hollow. Sometimes I can actually feel it. To reach down inside that part-I wonder how it would feel, to touch a void. That nameless empty.
This makes me seem lonely, which isn't really true. I have other parts of me - friendship, for one - which compensate for the void. I can't feel the nothingness except in those rare times when there's nothing else to feel. — David Levithan

The effective leader recognizes that she is more dependent on her people than they are on her. Walk softly. — Brian Tracy

Never trust a second thought. Where there is two there is three. You will end up thinking forever. — Richard Fish

Why don't you come over here?" Cam said, and I turned to him, brows raised. "You look cold."
I shifted closer, but that apparently wasn't close enough. He tugged the blanket off me and then leaned back Lifting me up, he placed me between his widespred legs. — J. Lynn

Feeling normal for any extended period of time raises hopes that turn out, almost invariably, to be writ on water. — Kay Redfield Jamison

Facing your fears robs them of their power — Frank Herbert

People are, generally speaking, either dead certain or totally indifferent. — Jostein Gaarder

At around 6:00 a.m., April 30, 1987, we were awakened by a loud bull horn while inside our rented mobile home at an Ozark, Missouri trailer park.
"Glenn Miller, Jack Jackson, Douglas Sheets, Tony Wydra, this is a United States Marshal. You have three minutes to come out with your hands up, or we will commence firing."
The feds had flown in two SWAT teams; one from Kentucky, the other from Louisiana (40 in all, plus the Marshals and local authorities) to make the arrests.
We were surrounded.
I had a hang-over, couldn't find my pants, and had to pee, bad. — Frazier Glenn Miller

Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good. — W. H. Auden

have a younger brother, Billy. He drives me crazy, — Kate Clary

All stories are, in some form, prayers. — Brian Doyle