Trirumo Quotes & Sayings

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification. — Anita Brookner

There's no forsaking what you love
no existential leap
as witnessed here in time and blood
a thousand kisses deep — Leonard Cohen

When climbing, you don't have to put your foot on every step, jump over some of them! When solving your problems, you don't have to solve each and every one, jump over some of them! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Above all, our freedom endures because of the men and women in uniform who defend it. — Barack Obama

I'd like to be remembered for the way I went about doing my job. — Goose Gossage

During Advent, we prepare room in a new day for an old story. Through our attentive waiting, we participate in the story of the season and make it new again. And we are made new by it. We emerge at the other end of Advent's tunnel, and we are not as we were when our journey began. — Christie Purifoy

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder. — Rabindranath Tagore

I would like to be a gang leader on 'Sons of Anarchy' or own a lemonade stand on 'Boardwalk Empire.' — CeeLo Green

Why, God? You made man in your own image. Why then do so many lack good sense? And why is that we are so easily drawn to hate and kill each other? Why, God? — Richard Puz

One minute you're a slug and the next minute you're a hero, so you don't know what to think. — Ed Belfour

Polls can change; people's opinions can change. Voting intentions can change, and I think it would be a silly leader, a silly political party, that would assume that we have it sewn up. — Nicola Sturgeon

The figs on the fig tree in the yard are green; Green, also, the grapes on the green vine Shading the brickred porch tiles. The money's run out. How nature, sensing this, compounds her bitters. Ungifted, ungrieved, our leavetaking. The sun shines on unripe corn. Cats play in the stalks. Retrospect shall not soften such penury - Sun's brass, the moon's steely patinas, The leaden slag of the world - But always expose The scraggy rock spit shielding the town's blue bay Against — Sylvia Plath

The wandering photographer sees the same show that everyone else sees. He, however, stops to watch it. — Edouard Boubat