Vassia Atanassova Quotes & Sayings

Every moment of your life is lived for the future - you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college. It — John Green

Don't underestimate me. When I want something, I get it. At the moment I want a wife, and I want you. — Alexia Adams

She was the cook, the hostess, the comforter, and the keeper of all the mysterious secrets for how to do just about everything. — S. Kelley Harrell

In matters of truth and justice, there is no difference between large and small problems, for issues concerning the treatment of people are all the same. — Albert Einstein

Obsolescence is a fate devoutly to be wished, lest science stagnate and die. — Stephen Jay Gould

From what I saw the plurality of students and faculty had been educated exclusively in the tradition of writers like William Gaddis ... — Junot Diaz

The thesis that the universe has an originating divine cause is logically inconsistent with all extant definitions of causality and with a logical requirement upon these and all possible valid definitions or theories of causality. — Quentin Smith

When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat. — Gwyneth Paltrow

I didn't care because what mattered is that Dante's voice felt real. And I felt real. Until Dante, being with other people was the hardest thing in the world for me. But Dante made talking and living and feeling seem like all those things were perfectly natural. Not in my world, they weren't. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

Whatever the response to loss and tragedy, the experience seems to boil down to one journey
searching for Jesus. — W. Scott Lineberry

Better living through chemistry — P. Dupont

You come to this universe as a baby but life turns you into a human being. — Debasish Mridha

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile. — William Shakespeare