Usluge Pravosudje Quotes & Sayings

The tiny princess glanced up with a shy smile. "Boyth, all," she said, in a small, lisping voice. Morgan's — Diana Wynne Jones

Elephants gave you less bother, any day. — Dorothy Dunnett

A sure thing is no fun. — Leonard Marx

It has happened, women have helped their husbands, sacrificed their whole lives, never thought about themselves. Their surrender, their devotion to their lovers has been total. In this totality, they have achieved before their lover has. — Rajneesh

I will keep an eye on Diatribe, with her big talk and heroic gestures, to see with what force she will bring down my Achilles, when hitherto she has never managed to hit a common soldier, not even a Thersites, but she has shot her miserable self to pieces with her own weapons. — Martin Luther

The typical journalist's typical lead for the typical Canadian story nowadays is along this line: that Canadians are hard at work trying to gain a reputation as a nation of rapid social change. — Stockwell Day

You are the best only till someone defeats you. — Sipendr

Anyone who is secure about herself shouldn't be threatened by the ads I do. — Calvin Klein

War for the sake of war is sin, but war for the sake of defense is duty. — Martin Luther

How did a child of ten find out about a three and a half hundred years old children's show?! — Meinos Kaen

If I have the TV on, it's either a Mets game or 'SportsCenter.' — Eddie Kaye Thomas

For the word is quick and powerful
Sharper than any two-edged sword
Piercing even to the dividing asunder
Of soul and spirit
Of joints and marrow
It is a discerner of the thoughts
And intents of the heart — Amy Harmon

It's all rot that they put in the war-news about the good humour of the troops, how they are arranging dances almost before they are out of the front-line. We don't act like that because we are in a good humour: we are in a good humour because otherwise we should go to pieces. — Erich Maria Remarque

I'm not much of a cake person. — Daniel Radcliffe

Race me back. Beat me there, and I'll tell you." I blinked. "What kind of kindergarten crap is that?" His grey eyes flashed with anger. "You want to know what it's like? Beat me down the beach." "Of all the ridiculous, immature nonsense," I said. Then I hooked a foot behind Thomas's calf, shoved him down to the sand, and took off down the beach at a dead sprint. — Jim Butcher