Pozostan Quotes & Sayings

I follow these intimate connections of strangers and, surprise!, end up finding even myself in the work at some point. — Aleksandra Mir

Looking at her is like looking up at a sky full of stars. You don't know what you'll see today, but you know it'll still be breathtaking. — Briana Pacheco

Quite frankly, even if the choice of C were to do *nothing* but keep the C++ programmers out, that in itself would be a huge reason to use C. — Linus Torvalds

Life is a gift; value it.
Life is a trial; endure it.
Life is a journey; complete it.
Life is a test; pass it.
Life is a task; fulfill it.
Life is an opportunity; use it.
Life is a moment; enjoy it.
Life is a mission; accomplish it. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I think people are learning to actually aspire to be objectified. — Christina Ricci

There are two pains in life: the pain of discipline, or the pain of regret. You choose. — Wayne Cordeiro

Not only is yoga excellent for flexibility, but it is also a great tool for longevity and injury prevention, as it allows for internal body awareness. — Kyle Shewfelt

Corinne suggested a different reason, indicating that her dying father had expressed concern about Theodore's intimacy with Edith, given Charles Carow's fiscal and temperamental instability. If Theodore discussed the issue with Edith that night, he might well have triggered the volatility that he would obscurely explain to Bamie as a clash of tempers "that were far from being of the best. — Doris Kearns Goodwin

The New England conscience does not stop you from doing what you shouldn't-it just stops you from enjoying it. — Cleveland Amory

Sometimes I just get tired of bowin' down and givin' up, you know?" It — Sharon M. Draper

In Irena's head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears. — Milan Kundera