Razbijeno Ogledalo Quotes & Sayings

Never place a period where God's placed a comma. — Gracie Allen

Loss is the great unifier, the terrible club to which we all eventually belong. — Rosanne Cash

For me, the most absorbing films are those that address big questions and real ideas but embody them in small examples that we can appreciate and comprehend. — Lisa Randall

Deprived of the company of fools, a great wit does not seem half so clever. — Francois Alexandre Frederic, Duc De La Rochefoucauld-Liancourt

I know that plans and reality may be two different things, but I think my demands on life are minimal. — Moshe Dayan

To sit back and do nothing is to cooperate with the oppressor. — Jane Elliott

We will gradually become indifferent to what goes on in the minds of other people when we acquire a knowledge of the superficial nature of their thoughts, the narrowness of their views and of the number of their errors. Whoever attaches a lot of value to the opinions of others pays them too much honor. — Arthur Schopenhauer

You don't need to live up to someone else's standards. If you live up to your own, you will do perfectly well. — Elizabeth Neff Walker

The story is the way the story is told. Adam's — Ursula K. Le Guin

When you've been struck by lightning as many times as I have, you start to expect the worst pretty much all the time. — Jennifer Bosworth

The right of dissent, or, if you prefer, the right to be wrong, is surely fundamental to the existence of a democratic society. That's the right that went first in every nation that stumbled down the trail toward totalitarianism. — Edward R. Murrow

that way, the models would be — Danielle Steel

Jin rejoins us, and we march on. There are tears streaming down my face now, along with the sweat. They're from the physical pain. They're from all the pain. Sometime since we started across, every last shred of my inner fortification has burned away and i feel everything; all the memories, all of my pushed-down, blocked-out joys and sorrows and regrets lick up and down my insides, matching the searing of my muscles, the agony of a forest burned to the ground, the awfulness of the mother and baby raccoons. I weep and walk and climb and stumble, and my arms and shoulders and abs and back and legs and feet scream. — Danielle Younge-Ullman