Posledicite Quotes & Sayings

The fast pace of our lives makes it difficult for us to find grace in the present moment, and when the simple gifts at our fingertips cease to nourish us, we have a tendency to crave the sensational. — Macrina Wiederkehr

I'm kind of interested in learning to learn and grow and challenge myself. I think I've been very fortunate in that my books are pretty different from one novel to the next. There's a lot of things that are similar but in terms of tone and the scale and how they interact with history and just the different styles as well. — Joe Meno

The reality is this city will not be the same for a while, ... We're not saying bring New Orleans back today. — Ray Nagin

But Hannah's friend didn't understand the volatile balancing act between art and sanity, that the act of creation was like walking a tightrope during an earthquake. She didn't understand Hannah's stupid need for validation, or that the size of the audience increased the stakes and multiplied the fear. She didn't understand that creativity was dangerous, that, yes, there were some people who could stand before a canvas, paint a sunset that would bring the world to its knees, and return to their loved ones as a complete person who didn't hurt, didn't cry, didn't spill blood to appease the host of fickle muses. But Hannah did. Hannah's best ideas - sometimes her only ideas - were buried beneath the skin. — Jake Vander Ark

Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow. — Paullina Simons

You travel, things change, you change, you meet new people, you get new ideas. And before you know it, your life has changed. — Michele Harrison

Any joy that grows here is quickly choked by weeds. I am not some monster who destroys out of a twisted pleasure. I sow salt because the choice is between weeds and nothing. — Patrick Rothfuss

You don't have to live in the country and grow your own food to be green. — Shalom Harlow

The appeal of writing is primarily the investigation of mystery. — Joyce Carol Oates