Slavic Investments Quotes & Sayings

The whole political mess, the universal squalor, the essential pettiness of mankind oppressed him and he'd submerged himself in work and writing and books. — Laird Barron

So what if you fail? At least you'll know what not to do when you try again. — Venus Williams

My own interest in Yoga came from a vague understanding of Indian thought and Indian philosophy in the late sixties and early seventies and from looking at the idea of meditation and at what meditation was. — Paul Harvey

Guys hate anticipation. That's why we all write about satisfaction. Why we never wrap presents. I notice you wrapped mine."
"I thought it was because you're all too cheap to buy wrapping paper. Or too clueless to find it in the store."
"There's that. But honestly, you go to the trouble of getting someone a present, something you think they'd like - why hide it and make them work for it? It's coy. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Birds don't build nests on fruitless trees, whores have no love for poor men, and citizens don't obey a powerless king! — Ashwin Sanghi

Only armchair politicians are immune from committing mistakes. Errors are inherent in political action. — Nelson Mandela

Ripe summer's sweetness dripped
in pearls from every tree
and into my opened heart
a little drop ran down. — Edith Sodergran

But let no one imagine that we were mere ascetics. There is no more complex pleasure than thought, and it was to thought that we delivered ourselves over. — Jorge Luis Borges

All good writers speak in honest voices and tell the truth. — Eudora Welty

What's that poem again?" Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed:
"Each spake words of high disdain,
And insult to his heart's best brother - "
"Oh, by the Angel, Will, do be quiet," said Charlotte, standing up. "I must go and write a letter to Aloysius Starkweather that drips remorse and pleading. I don't need you distracting me." And, gathering up her skirts, she hurried from the room.
"No appreciation for the arts," Will murmured, setting his teacup down. — Cassandra Clare