Pologne Capitale Quotes & Sayings

I love, cherish, and respect women in my mind, in my heart, and in my soul. This love of women is the soil in which my life is rooted. It is the soil of our common life together. My life grows out of this soil. In any other soil, I would die. In whatever ways I am strong, I am strong because of the power and passion of this nurturant love. — Andrea Dworkin

I should have touched him. I missed my chance to find out what he was. — Hannah Moskowitz

I'm certainly not the first author to tiptoe into the conspiratorial, religious-tinged territory, but - and I hate to break this to the faithful - neither is Dan Brown. — Simon Toyne

We are small and insignificant but our souls are large because we have set out on a journey to know the universe. — Tony Taylor

Is reason necessary? I don't know why you would kill someone. But as for saving someone, a logical mind isn't needed, right? — Gosho Aoyama

Yukiko steered the subject away from sex as fast as she could. She was still occasionally woken by nightmares about the day her father had tried to sit her down for "the talk". — Jay Kristoff

In the first years after the systemic transition, our screens showed American entertainment that had not been available before, or had been available only sporadically. — Andrzej Wajda

It's all i have to bring today
this and my heart beside
this and my heart and all the fields
and all the meadows wide
be sure to count
should i forget
someone the sum could tell
this and my heart and all the bees
which in the clovers dwell — Emily Dickinson

The students tend to stick close to campus. There is nothing for them to do in Blacksmith proper, no natural haunt or attraction. They have their own food, movies, music, theater, sports, conversation and sex. This is a town of dry cleaning shops and opticians. Photos of looming Victorian homes decorate the windows of real estate firms. These pictures have not changed in years. The homes are sold or gone or stand in other towns in other states. This is a town of tag sales and yard sales, the failed possessions arrayed in driveways and tended by kids. — Don DeLillo