Zakopane Atrakcje Quotes & Sayings

I sit, I read, I listen to music, I go or a walk, I ride to Prospect Park and sit under the Willow Tree, I remember, I forget, I look at pictures, I do, I do, I do ... or I don't, but its peaceful ... only me ... no worries. — Hubert Selby Jr.

I reached for Jack's hand. It was cold. But then, so was mine. — Sarah Zettel

Michael Jackson fundamentally altered the terms of the debate about African American music. Remember, he was a chocolate, cherubic-faced genius with an African American halo. He had an Afro halo. He was a kid who was capable of embodying all of the high possibilities and the deep griefs that besieged the African American psyche. — Michael Eric Dyson

For a split second today I could smell home. It smelled like sunset on a dirt road. I thought my heart was going to break. The world I left behind was so close I could almost touch it. Everything in me cried out for it. It's amazing how certain shades of agony have their own beauty. I can't ever seem to make myself believe that the home I once knew doesn't even exist anymore. It's still too real inside my head. I wish I had a handful of dust from back then, so that I could keep it in a bottle and always have it near. — Damien Echols

Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about, — Oscar Wilde

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn't belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying. — Veronica Roth

For what is religion if not a kind of madness, and what is madness without a touch of religion? — James W. Robertson

I detest what you write, but I would give my life to make it possible for you to continue to write. — Voltaire

But with trust we can strive to accept even what we cannot understand. — Christopher Ryan

I love medieval cities; they do not clamor for attention; they possess their souls - their riches - in quiet; formal, courteous, they reveal themselves slowly, stone by stone, garden by garden; hidden treasures wait calmly to be loved and yield to introspective wandering. — Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

My god
is frozen-mouth. She is get-out-of-this-town-

or-hell-freezes-over. She is paycheck
to paycheck. Each night when she goes to bed, my god

kisses her kids' clean faces, then, thanking herself, her own. — Jennifer Givhan

You can't sing with a closed heart. You just can't do it. And if you try, as soon as you start singing, your heart just naturally opens more and more. — Deva Premal

There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops. — Libba Bray