Pracowalam Quotes & Sayings

Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men. — Kin Hubbard

Tis in our power
(unless we fear that apes can tutor's) to
Be masters of our manners. What need I
Affect another's gait, which is not catching
Where there is faith, or to be found upon
Another's way of speech, when by mine own
I may be reasonably conceived — William Shakespeare

Why did bad luck always have to come in bunches? — K.M. Morgan

Nature provides exceptions to every rule. — Margaret Fuller

If you want to see a rainbow you have to learn to see the rain. — Paulo Coelho

The daemoniac rattle and wheeze of a blasphemous organ, choking and rumbling out the mockeries of hell in a cracked, sardonic bass. — H.P. Lovecraft

Not since the multiplication of the loaves and fishes near the Sea of Galilee has there been creativity as miraculous as that of the Keystone XL pipeline. It has not yet been built but already is perhaps the most constructive infrastructure project since the Interstate Highway System. It has accomplished an astonishing trifecta — George Will

Probability doesn't make mistakes; people using probability make mistakes. — Charles Wheelan

Where there's fire, there's smoke. — Carol Kendall

Like most people raised on American movies, I have poor access to my emotions, but can banter like a motherfucker. — Josh Bazell

That's the dream scenario: when people approach these stressful situations not focused on that concrete outcome but just focused on being there and being themselves and enjoying connecting with people. You're not going to be present all the time, but if you can figure out how to connect with yourself and bring that self forth in those moments, you will probably be feeling a lot better over time, and it's likely that even though you're not focused on the outcome, the outcomes will be better. — Amy Cuddy

I turned to Ren, dropping my head low to honor the fallen alpha. The circled wolves did the same. I lifted my muzzle first, my howl singing out the pain of Ren's death, mourning him. One by one my packmates joined the song. Our howls filled the library, spilling into the winter night. The death song grew as the wolves still outside raised their voices to honor the lost young warrior. The chorus of wolf cries, full of heartache, swelled in the night, carrying Ren's memory to the very stars. — Andrea Cremer

All the living want to do is care for the dead. And now they, too, are among the fallen. — Joelle Charbonneau

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions. — James Russell Lowell