Sranje Citati Quotes & Sayings

Being a kid myself, I loved playing and I loved playing with words, and making up things and riddles and songs and not afraid of being silly in public. — Malachy McCourt

Of course, Alexander the Great was a hero, but why smash the chairs? — Nikolai Gogol

Believing that the rustle in the grass is a dangerous predator when it is only the wind does not cost much, but believing that a dangerous predator is the wind may cost an animal its life. — Michael Shermer

Find a priest who understands English and doesn't look like Rasputin. — Aristotle Onassis

Reality is negotiable. — Tim Ferriss

It was easy to make a difference to other people's lives, so easy to change the little room in which people lived their life. — Alexander McCall Smith

The recollections of an older man are different from those of a younger man. What seemed vital at forty may lose its significance at seventy. We manufacture stories, after all, from the fleeting sensory material that bombards us at every instant, a fragmented series of pictures, conversations, odors, and the touch of things and people. We delete most of it to live with some semblance of order, and the reshuffling of memory goes on until we die. — Siri Hustvedt

I don't know where you'll find her, or what mindset she'll have, but I know one thing with unwavering certainty - that girl loves you like no woman has ever loved a man in the history of the world. She called you her heart. And I believed her. — Jewel E. Ann

The open-minded pursuit of an educated life has the power to slay generational ignorance — Simon Boylan

None could discern in him the shyness that makes a person so conspicuous among people who know each other well and are bound together by the established echoes of private jokes and by an allusive residue of people's names that to them are alive with special significance, making the newcomer feel as if the magazine story he has started to read had really begun long ago ... and he wonders if they have not deliberately contrived a conversation to which he is a stranger. — Vladimir Nabokov