Pokloni Online Quotes & Sayings

I am the call of love ...
Can you hear me in the full grasses, in the scented winds ?
It is I who makes the garden smile. — Rumi

At that time there were no written guidelines stating that doctors should not treat members of their families or themselves. Doctors routinely wrote prescriptions in their own names to replenish medications used in their medical bags for immediate treatment of patients. After legitimate causes were established for the "special cases," they were both dropped before being debated by the board. — George Nichopoulos

I am confined to the Lego palate. I don't paint the bricks. I stick with what Lego has made. And the idea behind that is I do want to hopefully inspire kids to go home and create on their own. And if I do, I want them to be able to buy those very same bricks I use. So I don't alter the bricks; I just use what's provided. — Nathan Sawaya

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense. — Ray Bradbury

It is simple, therefore it is beautiful — Richard P. Feynman

Keeping her wild-honey-and-chamomile-soaked hair from falling into her oatmeal-and-yogurt face mask — Emma McLaughlin

I started singing because I come from Wales. — Bryn Terfel

I grinned at Daemon and held up a bulb that was so green it almost matched his eyes. I decided it was going to be his bulb. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

I never worked with Marilyn Monroe, but if she'd lived, I think she would have been all right. She would have been President of the United States. — Walter Matthau

Let what comes come, let what goes go. — Ramana Maharshi

Beloved and wise men are not hypocrites — Blasio Kajuna

All [Sadie's] previous attempts [of making a shabti (an Egyptian avatar of one's self)] had exploded or gone haywire, terrorizing Khufu and the initiates. Last week she'd created a magical Thermos with googly eyes that levitated around the room, yelling, "Exterminate! Exterminate!" until it smacked me in the head. — Rick Riordan

On any other day she would have stood barefoot on the wet grass listening to the mockingbirds' early service; she would have pondered over the meaninglessness of silent, austere beauty renewing itself with every sunrise and going ungazed at by half the world. She would have walked beneath yellow-ringed pines rising to a brilliant eastern sky, and her senses would have succumbed to the joy of the morning.
It was waiting to receive her, but she neither looked nor listened. — Harper Lee