Stadniki Quotes & Sayings

One day, I will be a child again. Carved toys will caper and dance from my mind, out across rock I will raise as mountains. Through grasses I will proclaim forests. For too long I have been trapped in this world of measures, proportions and scale. For too long I have known and understood the limits of what is possible, so cruel in rejecting all that can be imagined. In this way, friend, we are each of us not one but two lives, for ever locked in mortal combat, and from all things at hand, we make weapons.' - Hust Henarald — Steven Erikson

If there was no other proof of the infinite patience of God, a very good one could be found in His toleration of the pictures that are painted of Him. — Thomas Merton

Who hath not served can not command. — John Florio

[ ... ] there come moments when we know we are no more and no less than waves and snowflakes, or than that which surely feels, now and then, from its so wonderfully charming confinement, the pull of longing: the leaf. — Robert Walser

Stab one or two healers, and everyone overreacts. — Melissa Marr

The Bush administration is the most diverse in history because the president fills jobs on the basis of a person's capabilities and qualifications, not on the color of his or her skin. — Alphonso Jackson

Things can change. Life is all a learning process. — Mike Tyson

Children are adorable. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Noon, do you have any idea how madly" - he pressed his lips against the skin just behind my ear - "deeply" - I shivered as he moved his mouth slowly down my neck - "fiercely" - he kissed the spot on my throat where my pulse beat wildly - "ridiculously in love with you I am? — Jill Archer

Do you love me?' I say quietly, still staring at the water.
He pauses. I turn to look at him. His eyes are soft and big and the corners of his mouth turn upward into a shy grin.
'Yeah. Yeah, I do. I was going to tell you. It's just, I've never said it to anyone, so I was ... I kept ... '
'I love you, too' I say. — Colleen Clayton

It is fitting that a liar should be a man of good memory. — Quintilian

These poor wretches were stolen from their homes, carried to a strange country, and sold to servitude, from which they sought to escape on the first occasion which offered. — Philip Hone

These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.
— Anne Lamott

It looks now as if everything has been profitable to me. And if the payment has sometimes been excessive, it was afer all the payment, for life, and there cannot be and is no excessive payment for life. — Nina Berberova