Yonnas Zewdee Quotes & Sayings

but a clean knife still makes a painful wound. — Erin Watt

Rosie crosses her arm. "That's one of those things you say to sound smart, right?" she says. "But, really, you're trying to make someone else feel stupid. — Gabrielle Zevin

One should never risk a joke, even of the mildest and most unexceptional charters, except among people of culture and wit. — Jean De La Bruyere

Show me the woman, however loyal, who does not seek to rouse desire. — Honore De Balzac

Be the type of friend you would like to have. — Steve Maraboli

Snorri stood with one thick arm gripping the wagon bed, arresting its motion. 'Come.'
I hadn't the breath to tell him that's what I was trying to do. Instead I slipped out, lacing up what needed to be laced. — Mark Lawrence

She was socially inept, an affliction I am quite intimate with. — Rabih Alameddine

If the blood of France and of Germany flows again, as it did twenty-five years ago, in a longer and even more murderous war, each of the two peoples will fight with confidence in its own victory, but the most certain victors will be the forces of destruction and barbarism. — Edouard Daladier

Man may be excused for feeling some pride at having risen, though not through his own exertions, to the very summit of the organic scale; and the fact of his having thus risen, instead of having been aboriginally placed there, may give him hopes for a still higher destiny in the distant future. — Charles Darwin

Man's access in prayer to God opens everything and makes his impoverishment his wealth. All things are his through prayer. — Edward McKendree Bounds

We are all only men, defined by our choices. — I.E. Castellano

I just don't like the word 'fun'
it's like Volkswagen, or bell-bottoms, or patchouli-oil or bean-sprouts ... it rubs me up the wrong way. — Tom Waits

What the leave left me on deposit after the grace period expired: a crazy sad elation, as sad as it was exciting. A wretched happiness, yet another affect I've never suspected I could feel, a tearful happiness, lightened, raked by claws, to discover that death lets pass, that it may sheathe its claws, admit exceptions. As if one could do everything one imagines doing, all of us living dead dying life death and other beings subject to laws so harsh but open to interpretation, natural phenomena. An extra-mortal joy that doesn't take its eyes off death. No denials. I don't deny the sentence, its execution, its terrible consequences, the solitude, the weakening, the ruination of beauties the carnage of skies, global chlorosis, anxiety, that demolish us, the butchery of living moments, the pulling out by the roots of the hearts of things and beings. But that day it was clear to me we had found: the answer. This was the Granting of Leave. It will suffice. — Helene Cixous