Vodopivec Wine Quotes & Sayings

I think that I love society as much as most, and am ready enough to fasten myself like a bloodsucker for the time to any full-blooded man that comes in my way. I am naturally no hermit, but might possibly sit out the sturdiest frequenter of the bar-room, if my business called me thither. — Henry David Thoreau

Am I getting better at making choices? Well, I think I might be getting better at reading scripts. — Benicio Del Toro

For me, physical beauty is never the reason for attraction to anyone. — Katrina Kaif

Goose bumps broke out down his chest and arms. — James Dashner

Those are the stakes that are constantly there and how do those stakes change you? How does that change the person you are? If it does just turn out to be about survival then is that living? How does that make you, you? How does that change your identity? That picture of the governor, his wife, and his daughter, he wasn't that guy before this all started. People dying around him changed him into that. — Scott M. Gimple

A foolish German had said that man thought in words. It was totally false; a pernicious doctrine; the thoughts flashed into being in a hundred simultaneous forms, with a thousand associations, and the speaking mind selected one, forming it grossly into the inadequate symbols of words, inadequate because common to disparate situations - admitted to be inadequate for vast regions of expression, since for them there were the parallel languages of music and painting. Words were not called for in many or indeed most forms of thought: Mozart certainly thought in terms of music. He himself at this moment was thinking in terms of scent. — Patrick O'Brian

Homo sapiens are the only mammals who intentionally hold Beard Of Bees competitions. — Dana Gould

You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious. — Lynn Viehl

Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench. — Anne Carson

If you really want me to be safe, maybe it's time."
"I'd just feel safer if you'd start sleeping in a coffin."
Just then my door creaked open.
Billy's expression turned to surprise.
"Get out!" I said, hopping off the bed. "Uh ... we are making up lyrics to a song."
But that didn't keep Billy out. Instead he was totally interested.
"You're writing a song? That's so cool. I want to hear it."
"It goes, 'Safer in a coffin, and if your brother doesn't leave, he'll be in one too. — Ellen Schreiber