Terapii Umaniste Quotes & Sayings

Snarling like a chainsaw trying to sing opera — Seanan McGuire

I just wanna live the moment and just take every moment and embrace it because life is short. — Nonito Donaire

What was the good of acting out fake stories? Why not go live a few stories of your own? — Robert Jordan

I don't need legitimization to take part in Israeli productions; I am a good actress. To work in Israel is a financial investment for me. I do it for emotional, not artistic, reasons. — Mili Avital

May be that is how life is. Clouds, whether bright or dark, they just keep passing. The duration they stay with us depends on whether the circumstance around us is breezy, windy or stormy. — Abhishek Krishnan

If you're in a street fight, you don't go after a man's ball sack. Respect the street code. — Martin Reed

It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange. — Bill Bryson

I am who I am, and I think I have a good nature, by and large. But if someone takes advantage of that good nature, well then, you know, I'm not that nice a guy. — Tom Hanks

I'm staunch. If you are lucky enough to be able to play for your country, it seems to make you even prouder of your roots and origins, and to me that's Wellington. — Murray Mexted

The marquess lifted his palm to her, a man held in wind-tousled grace, waiting; still as the eye of a tempest was still, inexorable force only momentarily at bay. The heels of his shoes rested at the very, very edge of the rooftop. If the wind changed, if he lost his balance-
Beyond him were only trees and sky, the dark-misted storm sweeping emerald hills up to heaven.
"You are mad," Rue said again, but she found herself moving toward him. His fingers closed over hers; he raised her hand to his mouth and held it there, warming her skin with his.
"I prefer the word dashing.'
She huffed a breath, almost a laugh.
"Oh, and one more thing." Above their locked fingers he granted her a new smile, this one slow and blazingly sensual. "Little brown-haired girl ... I did notice you."
He Turned to smoke.
-Rue & Kit — Shana Abe

Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory. — Isaac Marion

It is by surmounting difficulties, not by sinking under them that we discover our fortitude. — Hannah Webster Foster