Vyrubovanie Quotes & Sayings

The foregoing preface was written by my wife with a view to the publication of "The Professor," shortly after the appearance of "Shirley." Being dissuaded from her intention, the authoress made some use of the materials in a subsequent work - "Villette." As, however, these two stories are in most respects unlike, it has been — Charlotte Bronte

But if these past years in Morganville have taught me anything, it's that sometimes you have to just ... jump. It's not safe. It's never safe. But sometimes you have to live dangerously. — Rachel Caine

Human society needs essntially fellow-feeling and unity. When these two are present, humanness will flourish. — Sathya Sai Baba

Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it. — John Donne

People who shout so loud, my lords, do nothing; the only men I fear are silent men — Oscar Wilde

Awarness of potential distractions is helpful untill it limits your ability to focus on the task at hand — Kirsten Beyer

I know I lost my temper, but I tried to be human along the way. — Bernard Ebbers

The basis and firm groundwork of the material, and its primary contribution, lies in the concept that consciousness itself indeed creates matter, that consciousness is not imprisoned by matter but forms it, and that consciousness is not limited or bound by time or space; time and space in your terms being necessary distortions, or adopted conditions, forming a strata for physical existence. — Jane Roberts

Life is a game like any other; we just don't take it as seriously. — Babe Ruth

It is literature which for me opened the mysterious and decisive doors of imagination and understanding. To see the way others see. To think the way others think. And above all, to feel. — Salman Rushdie

My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon. They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England. — Alan Bradley

He began to cry soundlessly. The tide had never gone out so far; he could see nothing but drying mudflats and those splintered pilings which cast their eternal damaged shadows. She — Stephen King

His world looked like a storm. I was going to be its center. — Kiera Cass

Reading in bed is a self-centered act, immobile, free from ordinary social conventions, invisible to the world, and one that, because it takes place between the sheets, in the realm of lust and sinful idleness, has something of the thrill of things forbidden. — Alberto Manguel