Svilu Ka Quotes & Sayings

It's not hard to connect with the music on an emotional level and get inside the songs. It's odd, very vulnerable, and slightly embarrassing to be standing and singing and playing music in front of a bunch of strangers. — Matt Berninger

Through the Australians, and the Japanese, too, I suppose, the Americans get their message across, but not in a heavy-handed way. — Marty Natalegawa

Any son of a dictator, I'm sure, has major issues with their relationship with their father. — Dominic Cooper

We do as much harm holding onto programs and people past their natural life span as we do when we employ massive organizational air strikes. However, destroying comes at the end of life's cycle, not as a first response. — Margaret J. Wheatley

Why does each man kill the thing he loves? ... you killed it by accident. Thinking you were doing something else. It was a cherished vase that broke while you were cleaning it. The phone rang and you dropped it. Shattering, when all you wanted was to keep it safe. — Janet Fitch

We can't expect answers to our prayers without having faith in our God to whom we are praying. — Stormie O'martian

I wish I could like the baby a little bit. It would make things easier. But I don't. I've heard people say that when you took care of a baby you got fond of it - but you don't - I don't, anyway. — L.M. Montgomery

And another thing. Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanos and then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love" which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Everything — E.K. Blair