Postojnska Quotes & Sayings

Multiple Sclerosis is obviously close to my heart and I'm determined to make a difference in the lives of people who suffer from the disease by raising the profile of MS, as well as raising funds for advocacy and research. — Ann Romney

Right. And soon sentient beings will stop destroying one
another and themselves. Not. We're all going to die. Alone
and miserably. With lots of pain. That's the way life goes.
People make promises and don't keep them. They say they
care about you and forget you."
"I didn't forget you. I never forget you — Karen Marie Moning

You're so fucking stubborn," Beau says. "Gee," Kate adds with a roll of the eyes. "I have no idea where she might have come by that. It's not like it's a family trait or anything." "Watch yourself," Eli says and kisses Kate's hand. "Punishments happen." "Excuse — Kristen Proby

I don't eat wheat and am into alternative medicines and treatment. — Arizona Muse

The secret is that when you've been pitched head first into hell you just write about it — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

The moon in her chariot of pearl — Oscar Wilde

It's a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return. — E.A. Bucchianeri

My family barbecued a lot; good barbecue is more complicated than you think. — Manish Dayal

Pain is an old friend who left briefly and has now returned. Starvation without sustenance, I had grown acquaint. Satiety was a stranger who invaded my deepest being, and now I cannot live without. — Melanie A. Gabbard

Just because we're on schedule is no reason to shoot bad acting. Someone once said to me, 'You're inconsiderate.' And I said, 'Inconsiderate? Bad acting is the ultimate inconsideration.' It's a collective slap to a million faces at the same time. — Debra Winger

Nanahara: Where are you going, Boss?
Yashiro: To the convenience store. Whenever I buy all the condoms they have in stock and bring it to the cashier, the part-timer there makes a funny face.
Nanahara: ... That's an interesting hobby. — Kou Yoneda

These memories of happiness are fleeting things, reflections in a stream, glimpsed all broken for a second and then swept away in the current of grief that is our life now. I can't say that I ever feel what it felt like then, when I was happy. But sometimes something will touch the place where that feeling was, a touch as slight and swift as the brush of a moth's wing in the dark. — Geraldine Brooks