Vicentiu Iorgulescu Quotes & Sayings

I was a real daydreamer at school, gazing out of the window and losing myself in imaginary worlds. — Talulah Riley

She had witnessed a conflict between two men who held her liberty in their hands, her very life and that of her child; one had sought to drag her deeper into darkness, the other to restore her to light. The two contestants, in the heightened vision of her terror, had seemed like giants, one speaking with the voice of a demon, the other in the tones of an angel. The angel had won, and what caused her to tremble from head to foot was the fact that this rescuing angel was the man she abhorred, the abominable mayor whom for so long she had regarded as the author of her troubles. He had saved her after she had most outrageously insulted him! — Victor Hugo

Some argue we should get coal, oil and gas out of the ground as quickly as possible, build more pipelines and make as much money as we can selling it here and abroad. Their priorities are the economy and meeting short-term energy needs so we can live the lives to which we've become accustomed. — David Suzuki

Everything in the world was my Guru. — Ramana Maharshi

The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the man who'll get me a book I ain't read. — Abraham Lincoln

I know that part of the reason I read Tolkien when I'm ill is that there is an almost total absence of sexuality in his world, which is restful. — A.S. Byatt

War,' chanted Benton, 'war strangely is happiness to Diane. — Racter

Stay away from philosophy, kids: it will ruin your mind. — Rex Murphy

My children have been all over the world, and I think it's so good for them: expanding their horizons and imagination and seeing how other people live. — Keeley Hawes

Corporate conglomerates run without regulation do not work in the service of society, and run reckless and unchecked whenever possible. — Robert Greenwald

At the Moor
Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper
In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky
A flock of wild birds follows;
Slanting over gloomy waters.
Turmoil. In decayed hut
The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings.
Crippled birches in the autumn wind.
Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all around
By the soft gloom of grazing herds;
Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters. — Georg Trakl