Vnukovo Russia Quotes & Sayings

He read of the Obelisk in the Place de la Concorde that weeps tears of granite in its lonely sunless exile and longs to be back by the hot, lotus-covered Nile. — Oscar Wilde

There is no small act of kindness. — Mary Anne Radmacher

I've been playing football forever, and I've been making plays forever. — Torrey Smith

Doing nothing for others is the undoing of ourselves. — Horace Mann

Every fool becomes a philosopher after ten days of rain, so I spare you the inside view of my heart. — Marian Hooper Adams

I've played a baseball player a few times, but in my career I've been blessed to have played a wide range of characters. — Daniel Sunjata

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters. — Agnetha Faltskog

A new study shows that having a severe phobia can hasten aging. But what if my greatest fear IS aging?!? — Stephen Colbert

If a student takes the whole series of my folklore courses including the graduate seminars, he or she should learn something about fieldwork, something about bibliography, something about how to carry out library research, and something about how to publish that research. — Alan Dundes

I prefer to subscribe to that whole, "everything happens for a reason" theory, mostly because the alternative is too disturbing to think about. — Lauren Barnholdt

Is it true, prince, that you once declared that "beauty would save the world"? Great Heaven! The prince says that beauty saves the world! And I declare that he only has such playful ideas because he's in love! Gentlemen, the prince is in love. I guessed it the moment he came in. Don't blush, prince; you make me sorry for you. What beauty saves the world? Colia told me that you are a zealous Christian; is it so? Colia says you call yourself a Christian.'

The prince regarded him attentively, but said nothing. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I'm quite happy for my voice to be pushed up, whereas in the past I wanted it buried with the guitars, or part of the band, not like I was thinking of myself as 'the singer'. — Roddy Woomble

The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shawl and woodland bowers
The cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again. — Mathilde Blind

Ah,' said the journalist, 'so the entire thing is your own invention. I thought it was true because you gave the name of the street.' I did not dare tell him that the naming of streets is not much of a feat. — Jorge Luis Borges