Propostas Gerais Quotes & Sayings

The onslaught of new and complex information, the academic and thinktank cults of expertise, not to mention the impossibility of bohemia in the age of high rents, have conspired to assassinate the public intellectual. — Pankaj Mishra

'The Assassination of Jesse James' remains one of my favorite films that I've done. You know, it's still labeled a loser. — Brad Pitt

Mother Nature was one angry slut. She'd try and kill you the first chance she got. You'd screwed with her for so long that she was happy to eliminate you. — Joseph Boyden

Build wisdom and confidence in others by forcing them to think and decide for themselves. — Brian Tracy

Life was full of the ludicrous that ended in bloody murder. — J.D. Robb

The tomb in Palestine
Is not the porch of spirits lingering.
It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay. — Wallace Stevens

Do at least one thing everyday with kindness. — Debasish Mridha

I thought about how we need to make children feel that there are times in their lives when they need to be alone and quiet and to be able to accept their aloneness. — Bell Hooks

For she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not in vain, the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot, within her singachamer, with her greengageflavoured candywhistle duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild, in mauves of moss and daphnedews, how all so still she lay, neath of the whitethorn, child of tree, like some losthappy leaf, like blowing flower stilled, as fain would she anon, for soon again 'twill be, win me, woo me, wed me, ah weary me! — James Joyce

I only take risks in couture, but I don't take risks in athleticism. — Andre Leon Talley

The bear, which by now was as large as the cathedral on Catherine's canal, rose on its hind legs like a dancing bear in a street market. For a moment the sun was blotted out by its size, and then it fell. As it fell, it came apart. It disintegrated. It fell like brown snow, but each flake was a person. The bear had been one hundred thousand people, and now the people came to earth, tumbling into the snowy streets of the city and picking themselves up, laughing at it all. Far from being hurt, they realised that they felt strong. But, like the bear, they felt hungry. They ran through the streets, swarming like bees, joining others who had emerged when the sun had. It was chaos. — Marcus Sedgwick