Realitati Alternative Netflix Quotes & Sayings

The biggest lie about grace that Satan wants the church to buy is the idea that it's dangerous and therefore needs to be kept in check. — Tullian Tchividjian

Livia's nickname for him was Green Eyes, as his were spectacular - the clearest jade and almost glowing. — Debra Anastasia

Independence has nothing to do with whether or not someone chooses to be single or to be married, to have children or to not have children. Independence by definition is about self-governing. About choosing for yourself. About making your own decisions. All — Krista Ritchie

The truth is in the details. — Stephen King

Immigration is an organized replacement of our population. This threatens our very survival. We don't have the means to integrate those who are already here. The result is endless cultural conflict. — Marine Le Pen

That's the way it is at some point in life. An inevitable consequence of living. A lot of things begin falling away. — Charles Frazier

The primitive stages can always be re-established; the primitive mind is, in the fullest meaning of the word, imperishable. — Sigmund Freud

Ian Fleming may have been very practical about writing James Bond, but at heart he was a romantic. He ... was tapping directly into a deep wellspring of his own imagination, which he laced with the usual blend of sex, travel, culinary detail and fine living that encapsulated the aspirations of the age, and was absolutely an expression of Fleming himself. He may have dismissed his creation as idle fantasy, but he was entirely serious about the world he had created ... Ian Fleming could not put any clear water between himself and his fiction because he was living his work as he wrote it ... To discover the origins of James Bond one has to begin by exploring the deep streams that fed the well of Fleming's imagination, and his own complicated personality. — Henry Chancellor

For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that personal recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom, and I have been led to believe, and to make someone else believe, in a renewal of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel. — Marcel Proust