Stonkus Mantas Quotes & Sayings

I think we are in the process of getting the word out, and we haven't done very well yet. But we are trying. — Esa-Pekka Salonen

Defenseless peasant societies in Laos and Cambodia were savagely bombed in "secret" - the "secrecy" resulting from the refusal of the mass media to make public facts for which they had ample evidence. — Noam Chomsky

We'll now hear a few words from Augustus's special friend, Hazel." Special friend? There were some titters in the audience, so I figured it was safe for me to start out by saying to the minister, "I was his girlfriend." That got a laugh. — John Green

I haven't acquired a taste for green tea, and I don't intend to. I like my coffee black with a little sugar, and it keeps my metabolism up! I don't mind the occasional Gatorade while I'm gymming. — Arjun Rampal

A lighthouse is for others; powerless to illuminate the space closest to it. — M.L. Stedman

Trying not to smile only makes you smile more. — Nicola Yoon

We are more alike than unalike. — Maya Angelou

I've stolen a shirt to wear since my clothing has gone missing. You may as well get used to living without it because there is no way I'm giving up a tee that says 'To unleash the Kraken is to unzip my pants. — Nikki Winter

He felt another tremor of emotion as he saw the faces of Chuck and Newt and Teresa in his mind's eye. A — James Dashner

Be a song in someone's heart. — Debasish Mridha

The Democrats' agenda isn't working for women. Their vision has produced big government and limited opportunity. Our vision is for limited government and opportunity for all. Women deserve better than what President Obama has delivered. — Reince Priebus

To each other, they talked at a gallop. Literature turned them on; their ideas flowed, ran back and forth like a current. (The Cousins) — Elizabeth Spencer

I remember that day very clearly: I had received a phone call. A friend had been in an accident. Perhaps she would not live. She had very little face, and her spine was broken in two places. She had not yet moved; the doctor described her as "a pebble in water." I walked around Brooklyn and noticed that the faded peri-winkle of the abandoned Mobil gas station on the corner was suddenly blooming. In the baby-shit yellow showers at my gym, where snow sometimes fluttered in through the cracked gated windows, I noticed that the yellow paint was peeling in spots, and a decent, industrial blue was trying to creep in. At the bottom of the swimming pool, I watched the white winter light spangle the cloudy blue and I knew together they made God. When I walked into my friend's hospital room, her eyes were a piercing, pale blue and the only part of her body that could move. I was scared. So was she. The blue was beating. — Maggie Nelson