Slowakije Quotes & Sayings

The moment at which two people, approaching from opposite ends of a long passageway, recognize each other and immediately pretend they haven t. This is to avoid the ghastly embarrassment of having to continue recognizing each other the whole length of the corridor. — Douglas Adams

No color will ever be brighter for me than black and white. — Alessandro Del Piero

We are all thieves; we are all thieves; we have taken the scriptures in words, and know nothing of them in ourselves. — Margaret Fell

If anyone was the Fifth Beatle, it was Brian [Epstein]. — Paul McCartney

So change your mindset. Change how you see pain. I want you to welcome it! — Eric Thomas

You have a dizzying intellect. — William Goldman

The proper response toward what we occasionally imagine to be democracy, methinks, is to retain one's self-respect by not participating in it. — Fred Reed

Poetry: Foolish Passion of My Youth
Poetry was the foolish passion of my youth,
forsaken for twenty years
to raise a family.
When I returned to poetry in this,
my Autumn years,
my childhood was returned.

Now Poetry raises me. — Beryl Dov

Oh, bloody hell," Anthony swore... "She's got the Mallet of Death. — Julia Quinn

Younger Arabs are much less satisfied with education in the region than their elders, and are more comfortable networking and communicating via digital means. — Joe Saddi

When someone put money in your hand you closed your fingers around it and put it in your pocket. — Lawrence Block

The Oscar Wilde of Welfare State gentility. — Joe Orton

A tree's shade is worth more than the knowledge of truth, my sons, for a tree's shade is true while it lasts, and the knowledge of truth is false in its very truth. The leaves' greenness is worth more, for a right understanding, than a great thought, for the leaves, greenness is something you can show others, but you can never show them a great thought. We are born without knowing how to talk and we die without having known how to express ourselves. Our life runs its course between the silence of one who cannot speak and the silence of one who wasn't understood, and around it hovers - like a bee where there are no flowers - a useless, inscrutable destiny. — Fernando Pessoa