Yatti Wrote Quotes & Sayings

I really like to write, so I can just relax and think about things and realize things and then try to express it on my computer. — Krist Novoselic

Harriet looked up. "I did work that out - eventually. But what happened last week seemed to make it quite impossible." "I don't think," said Peter, "you approached the problem - forgive me for saying so - with an unprejudiced mind and undivided attention. Something got between you and the facts." "Miss Vane has been helping me so generously with my books," murmured Miss Lydgate, contritely; "and she has had her own work to do as well. We really ought not to have asked her to spare any time for our problems." "I had plenty of time," said Harriet. "I was only stupid. — Dorothy L. Sayers

Sometimes I want to just pull the off switch, but you can't because if you go outside, you have to give people your all. You can't say, 'Oh, you know what? I'm not feeling good today.' No. No one's trying to hear that. When a woman comes up to you and says, 'Hey, my daughter's your biggest fan. Can we have a picture?' - you can't say no. — Nicki Minaj

Philosophically speaking, values are the termini of our intentions. We never fully achieve them. — Gordon W. Allport

Nobody today is normal, everybody is a little bit crazy or unbalanced, people's minds are running all the time. Their perceptions of the world are partial, incomplete. They are eaten alive by their egos. They think they see, but they are mistaken; all they do is project their madness, their world, upon the world. There is no clarity, no wisdom in that! — Taisen Deshimaru

When looking at Germans, I have never felt a sense that they are guilty. I have encountered anti-Semitism in the United States as well. — Peter Eisenman

You can successfully force people to follow a certain course, but you cannot force them to understand it. — Confucius

Everybody feels like [a misfit] at different points in their life. If you feel like who you are is right for you, then you are beautiful. — Marilyn Manson

Kraft was a skinny, harmless kid from Pennsylvania who wanted only to be liked, and was destined to be disappointed in even so humble and degrading an ambition. Instead, of being liked, he was dead, a bleeding cinder on the barbarous pile whom nobody had heard in those last precious moments while the plane with one wing plummeted. — Joseph Heller