Stechi Quotes & Sayings

People are always in various stages of different dramas when you encounter them: freshly embarked on some, halfway or more through others. One is always approaching the denouement of this or that subplot of one's life. And you, the stranger, entering the picture in all your blundering innocence, may well be the catalyst for some long-awaited climax. — James Lasdun

Well, he thought, dwelling on past failures once you'd learned all there was to learn was just heaping futility on failure. — Raymond E. Feist

Maybe we can't barter our feelings away, trading good deeds for bad ones and expecting to become whole. — Monica Hesse

Russia was a slave in Europe but would be a master in Asia. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

The song came out to be a gem, just came out to be a really, really interesting rendition of it. — Deborah Cox

When we found each other, I was very flabbergasted by his appearance. This is an American? I thought. And also, This is a Jew? He was severely short. He wore spectacles and had diminutive hairs which were not split anywhere, but rested on his head like a Shapka. (If i were like Father, I might even have dubbed him Shapka.) He did not appear like either the Americans I had witnessed in magazines, with yellow hairs and muscles, or the Jews from history books, with no hair and prominent bones. He was wearing nor blue jeans nor the uniform. In truth, he did not look like anything special at all. I was underwhelmed to the maximum. — Jonathan Safran Foer

The best way I can get understanding from another person is to give this person the understanding, too. If I want them to hear my needs and feelings, I first need to empathize. — Marshall B. Rosenberg

Why only one song, one speech, one text at a time?" - "When Our Lips Speak Together — Luce Irigaray

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art. — Maurice Merleau Ponty

Freedom lies at the heart of my willingness to lose everything — Alanis Morissette

He hymns the rotten queen with saffron hair
Who has saltier aphrodisiacs
Than virgins' tears. That bawdy queen of death,
Her wormy couriers are at his bones.
Still he hymns juice of her, hot nectarine. — Sylvia Plath

view, for example, it was a waste of money to — Jonathan Allen

His nose is like a capsized ship, his mouth the size of three, his jaw and cheekbones hefty as armor, and his eyes are iridescent. His face is a room overstuffed with massive furniture. — Jandy Nelson