Sentada In English Quotes & Sayings

My day starts with Radio 4's Today live or 'listen again' wherever I am in the world, thanks to digital radio - I even have an app on my iPhone that receives it. — Peter James

I am grown up. That's why I cooked all this food! — Lena Dunham

You revere me: but what if your reverence should some day collapse? Be careful lest a statue fall and kill you! — Friedrich Nietzsche

Only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweller knows the nature of the jewel. — Meera

If your trusted and people will allow you to share their inner gardern ... what better gift? — Fred Rogers

Grown men, he told himself, in flat contradiction of centuries of accumulated evidence about the way grown men behave, do not behave like this. — Douglas Adams

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run. — Ebenezer Elliott

The difference between a stumbling block and a stepping stone is how high you raise your foot. — Benny Lewis

The absence of romance in my history will, I fear, detract somewhat from its interest, but if it is judged worthy by those inquirers who desire an exact knowledge of the past as an aid to the understanding of the future, which in the course of human things must resemble if it does not reflect it, I shall be content.
In fine I have written my work not as an essay with which to win the applause of the moment but as a possession for all time. — Thucydides

When it comes to giving love, the opportunities are unlimited, and we are all gifted. — Leo Buscaglia

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us. I — Kristin Hannah

I'm always working. I work wherever I am. — L'Wren Scott

I would only go if there was cake — Veronica Roth

Remarks on My Character
Waving a flag I retreat a long way beyond
any denial, all the way over the scorched earth,
and come into an arching grove of evasions,
onto those easy paths, one leading to another
and covered ever deeper with shade: I'll never
dare the sun again, that I can promise.
It is time to practice the shrug: "Don't count on
me." Or practice the question that drags its broken
wing over the ground and leads into the swamp
where vines trip anyone in a hurry, and a final
dark pool waits for you to stare at yourself
while shadows move closer over your shoulder.
That's my natural place; I can live where the blurred
faces peer back at me. I like the way
they blend, and no one is ever sure itself
or likely to settle in unless you scare off
the others. Afraid but so deep no one can follow,
I steal away there, holding my arms like a tree. — William Stafford