Tsivicos Haralambos Quotes & Sayings

Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters. — Victor Hugo

What country is stabler than Iran? Where else in the world would an assassinated prime minister be so quickly replaced? — Ruhollah Khomeini

My personal style is bipolar. Sometimes I feel like dressing in a boyish leather jacket; other times I want to dress more elegantly. Most of the time it's what I like to call 'comfortable chic': Giuseppe Zanotti flat sandals, Rag & Bone jeans, slouchy Isabel Marant shirts. — Joan Smalls

Good morals lead to good laws. — Chuck Norris

One minute you're up half a million in soybeans and the next, boom, your kids don't go to college and they've repossessed your Bentley. — Dan Aykroyd

Don't let schooling interfere with your education. — Mark Twain

The human mind has a natural tendency to explore what has passed in distant ages in scenes with which it is familiar: hence the taste for National and Local Antiquities. Geology gratifies a larger taste of this kind; it inquires into what may appropriately be termed the Antiquities of the Globe itself, and collects and deciphers what may be considered as the monuments and medals of its remoter eras. — William Buckland

Work hard every day at increasing your purity of heart, which consists in appraising things and weighing them in the balance of God's will. — Saint Francis De Sales

The Irish do have a despairing quality of gaiety, but they have also a dour and brooding ghost that rides on their shoulders and peers in on their thoughts. Let them laugh too loudly, it sticks a long finger down their throats. They condemn themselves before they are charged, and this makes them defensive always. — John Steinbeck

By loving you more, you love the person you are caring for more. — Peggi Speers

I'm pulled, pushed and then I find my back against a wall. Eagan's taut frame is bent toward mine, and my body is arched toward his. We create a peculiar sculpture of opposite forces. He cups my face in his palms and makes me look up at him. His lips are so close to mine, that I feel the whisper of his breath against my mouth; I smell mint and a hint of beer. I desire a kiss so desperately, my body is humming with longing. I curl my fingers around his wrists.
"I hate fighting with you," he admits huskily.
"I know. Me too."
"I need to hold you."
I nod and let him fold his arms around me. I bury my face against his chest and utter soft sounds of contentment as his warmth leaks into my skin.
I glance at our shadows painted on the gravel by darkness and streetlights; we're not opposite forces any longer, we're one single being.

("A Veil of Glass and Rain") — Petra F. Bagnardi