Sramotilni Quotes & Sayings

You know when you've got nothing in particular to do, nothing to stay awake for? When your life is just routine and it doesn't feel like it belongs to you, how you feel tired and listless and everything seems like too much effort?
Well, it's like that, but it's much worse, because everything is much worse these days. Everything that's bad is worse, believe me. There are whole Neighborhoods out there where no one has anything to do all their lives. They're born, and from the moment they hit the table, there's nothing to do. They clamber to their feet occasionally, realize there's nothing to do and sit down again. They grow up, and there's nothing to do; they grow up, and there's still nothing. They spend their whole lives indoors, in armchairs, in bed, wondering who they are. — Michael Marshall Smith

Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Men are just jealous because they can't wear makeup. — Carolyn Murphy

The answer to your prayer is not according to your faith while you are talking, but according to your faith while you are working. — Wallace D. Wattles

As the economist Herman Daly once put it: The current national accounting system treats the earth as a business in liquidation. — Bill Bryson

The customer isn't always right. Employees have rights, too. — Adam M. Brandenburger

Come,
Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me
All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more.
Let's mock the midnight bell. — William Shakespeare

It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn glitter like spring. — F Scott Fitzgerald

I go out in New York, and I think, boy, you can look at someone and pretty much determine their zip code. Everyone seems to want to conform. I wonder, are they all just button-pressers, on the Internet all day long? I don't know. — Iris Apfel

God is going to judge righteously ... what did each one do in relation to what he or she knew to be right of wrong? — Pat Robertson

This was a pain that did not touch the body, a pain that did not race along the nerve paths, a pain that filled the mind so completely and so shatteringly that not even the smallest part of you was free to think or plan or meditate. The pain was you, and you were the pain. There was nothing to dissociate from, no cool sanctum of thought where you might retreat. (from The Glass Flower) — George R R Martin