Tarlalarda Poz Quotes & Sayings

Poor me. There's nothing so sweet as wallowing in it is there? Wallowing is sex for depressives. — Jeanette Winterson

Pessimists see a problem behind every opportunity. Optimists see an opportunity behind every problem. — Denis Waitley

Ball teams do not always run true to form in a short series. In a season's campaign, class will tell; the best team will invariably win, unless disaster overtakes it. In a short series, some freak situation, same unusual play, may prove to be the turning point. — Billy Evans

Both parties accept this vision. But we can reach it only if we move rapidly and in parallel on all fronts. The so-called 'sequential' approach has failed. — Kofi Annan

And the weird weird thing about this story of Angela's Ring was that it didn't even have a point to it, no happy ending, no lesson to be learnt.
It was like one person's cry of pain, echoing out on and on and on trough the generations, even after that person was long long dead. — Chris Beckett

All right, shadow-priest, you've been spying - on what? What state secrets have you learned watching me groom these horses?'
'Only that they hate you, Daru. Every time your back was turned, they got ready to nip you - only you always seemed to step away at precisely the right moment-'
'Yes, I did, since I knew what they were intending. Each time.'
'Is this pride I hear? That you outwitted two horses? — Steven Erikson

The guy who'd kissed me last week - that guy was gone. Sure, I'd rejected him, and sure, I didn't own him. But even so, it hurt. I missed the Richie who'd mooned over me. — James Patterson

Live your life as a curious student and you will discover how fascinating it is. — Elena Ornig

My favorite term for a new kind of performance is "security theater." In this genre, we watch as ritualized inspections and patdowns create the illusion of security. It's a form that has become common since 9/11, and even the government agencies that participate in this activity acknowledge,off the record, that it is indeed a species of theater. — David Byrne

She braced one palm on the wall and used the other to bring him inside her more forcefully, tearing away the last bit of civility between them. Her body yielded under his pummeling strokes. Stretching around him, drawing him in that much farther. She couldn't get close enough. — Cari Quinn