Yevdokiya Yermolayeva Quotes & Sayings

A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal. — Billy Crudup

If I realize that actually there's quantum mechanics happening around us all the time in some macroscopic, interconnected way, then that doesn't change my perception of it, that doesn't change my interaction with it; it just changes how I view my interaction. — Aaron D. O'Connell

God made only water, but man made wine. — Victor Hugo

So remember this is a bieber world.your just living in it. Bieber or die. — Justin Bieber

All of them, you slinthead shuck-faced piece of klunk. Minho smiled. — James Dashner

Even terror needs a yardstick, and surely the yardstick for the unknown is the known? — Carsten Jensen

Your fate is often on the road you take to avoid it. — Goldie Hawn

As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my senses.
Tango — Kurt Vonnegut

She was tired hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that everyday would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. — Cecilia Ahern

A lot of vices that I've had over the years were always to make up for some sort of character deficiency, one of them being shyness. — Slash

If you're not remarkable, you're invisible. — Simon Sinek

The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and disappeared over it. — Mark Twain

I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera. — William Butler Yeats

As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring. — Yukio Mishima

I qualify it as pathetic. Pathetic
because despite the insatiable fire of my venereal appetite, I intended, with the most fervent force and foresight, to protect the purity of that twelve-year-old child. — Vladimir Nabokov