Regizorul Serban Quotes & Sayings

Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and they who indulge in it shall eat the fruit of it [for death or life]. Proverbs 18:21 — Joyce Meyer

Good drama is all about creating conflict. — Paul Blackthorne

Relevant Keywords + Relevant ads + Relevant Landing Page = Better Page Position, Lower Costs, More Success. — James Lynch

He found himself in a room not unlike the shop. All books again, packed tight on shelves or laying in piles on every surface. It was a cozy room, for all that ; it smelled of warm, rich words and very deep thoughts. — Jenny Nimmo

Kill them all in the Name of the Lord. — Jerry Falwell

Young men keep telling me they don't 'have it all' either. And they may have a point. But if you define 'having it all' as the opportunity to have a successful career and a family, I'd say this. When a man tells his coworkers he's going to have a child, no one asks him how he'll manage or if he'll be coming back to work. — Anne-Marie Slaughter

All I know: I could only encounter you, my oasis, coming out of a desert. Deserted myself. This is all right. My futureless and solitary self. When suddenly I hear the voice of the springs--Right away you made me want to sing. To cry. Then to drink. But after the desert, the merest trickle of water sounds like a storm. And ever since, Promethea's every murmur shakes my life like an earthquake. I was asleep. I was not thirsty. It would have been possible for me not to hear the first three tears. Ever since I never sleep. I listen. — Helene Cixous

I remember one night in Memphis, I'd come out of a blackout, and I didn't know where I was. I'm feeling through the darkness - I was asleep in the middle of a freeway. I went up to this car in the darkness, and it was a cop car. — Ozzy Osbourne

WARNING: Supposedly, eating quiche isn't manly, and occasionally when I eat quiche, my gynecologist will make fun of me. — Jim Gaffigan

There is nothing that politicians like better than handing out benefits to be paid for by someone else. — Thomas Sowell

It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive. — Pablo Neruda