Recitare Poezia Quotes & Sayings

For me as a woman pride is not really sin, but rather something that I still have to learn. The male conception of the person who rebels against God by affirming himself, by acting proudly, arrogantly, and without constraints, is not a woman's concern. Rather, we women are in danger of not developing any pride, of never becoming independent, of constantly remaining within too narrow boundaries. — Dorothee Solle

Good," she said. "The ones who think they're ready always end up dead." Kell — V.E Schwab

Lie detectors sometimes work because people believe they work, deterring the wrong people from applying for jobs in the first place, or prompting admissions of guilt during interrogations. — Bill Dedman

A lot of times, you have an idea, and all the things you are thinking about might fuel it. But that's not where the idea came from. — Spike Jonze

And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed. — William Shakespeare

And in that moment, their situation was clear to him. Their guides were both dead. One machine was gone. Their return marker was shattered. Which meant they were stuck in this place. Trapped here, without guides or assistance. And with no prospect of ever getting back. Not ever. — Michael Crichton

When I said I'd follow you to hell and back, I wasn't trying to be literal, princess. — Julie Kagawa

I may not be the best but I'm definitely not like the rest. — Lovely Goyal

Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity. — Martial

Tabby ignored his thanks. "Just passin' through, eh?" he mewed. "I'll bet you've a story to tell. Why not stay awhile an' share it wi' me?" He stood up and braced himself, ready to jump down into the clearing. — Erin Hunter

He also wasn't sure where to go to avoid running into some type of surfer gang. He'd seen Point Break and while he suspected it was nothing but Hollywood bullshit, he didn't exactly want to find out the hard way he was wrong. — Marie Sexton

This is where I falter. This is where I lose myself. This is where years invert and minutes reverse and ideas of what was good and right upend. This is where time is dispersed, thrown down like leaves or stones to be read.
It's difficult to say what really happened. I know that my heartache was indescribable, the depth of my loneliness astonishing. I know that I worked very hard, and I never intended to hurt anyone. I cannot describe a life dispossessed of happiness. — Hilary Thayer Hamann