Stapar Generacija Quotes & Sayings

When I was a kid, and for many years after, I was your classic afraid-to-dance-type person. — Jed S. Rakoff

We dislike those we've injured. — Ruth Rendell

Want coffee?" I asked, as I headed that way.
"It's three thirty in the morning."
"Okay. Want coffee? — Darynda Jones

A man must go on a quest / to discover the sacred fire / in the sanctuary of his own belly / to ignite the flame in his heart / to fuel the blaze in the hearth / to rekindle his ardor for the earth — Sam Keen

Seeing people cosplaying my characters is always a blast. — Bryan Lee O'Malley

Causation extraction makes Jack a dull reader. — Rabih Alameddine

Perhaps life had a meaning that transcended race and colour. If it had, I could not find it in South Africa. — Peter Abrahams

The sentence must also contain its own apology for being spoken. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ah yes, you like to cook, don't you?
well, i used to. you need real dedication. fresh ingredients, a discerning palate, an eye for presentation. it's not a modern art. good cooking has hardly evolved since the nineteenth century. — Haruki Murakami

Either you couldn't tell by looking at her that she was a bully, or Mia truly had transformed herself. Then later, for someone like Lou who simply didn't enjoy going to a movie on her own, seeing Mia wait to go in by herself had struck another chord with her. Mia had been far from the only person waiting in solitude, but there had been something about her as she stood there with her shoulder leaning against the wall, trying to conceal that she knew Lou was there as well. Something so vulnerable, Lou would never have associated it with Mia. And for a split second, the thought had popped into her brain: maybe Mia was a victim too. — Harper Bliss

The drama can only be brought to its climax in one of two ways
through the selective brutality of terrorism or the impartial horrors of war. — Kenneth Kaunda

Frozen, I stood staring at him like he was a vision or something. His hair was still damp, and a few droplets glistened on his face. When he caught me, warmth burned across my cheeks.
"Were you just ogling me, Angel?"
"No, I wasn't."
He chuckled. "I think you were."
I whirled around and swept my hands to my hips. "Fine I was ogling you. Happy now?"
"Actually I am. I like it when you look at me like you want me. Like you think I'm ... handsome."
My brows rose in surprise. "Handsome? That doesn't sound like the way you would describe yourself."
With a grin, he asked, "And just how would I describe myself?"
"Hmm, sexy, hot as hell, and panty melting?" I challenged as I handed him a Coke.
"Yeah, you're right. Those really describe me better. — Katie Ashley