Zatvoreni Slog Quotes & Sayings

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up. — Tom Robbins

You have to know what is right for you and go after it regardless of what others say. — Les Brown

Leadership is much more an art, a belief, a condition of the heart, than a set of things to do. — Max De Pree

One needed, she saw now, only a few belongings, just as one needed only a few close friends, and a single passion - it need not be a person, neccissarily. — Daphne Kalotay

Spar felt a tiny thud on the back of his shin, as if a moth had butted against him on its flight through the night air. Wait, had that been the small human? Had she kicked him? He could not tell by glancing at her face. — Christine Warren

We have to condemn the very idea that some people have the right to repress others. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Don't put off till tomorrow anyone you could be doing today. — Emma Chase

I think I've evolved into someone pretty confident - in myself and in my skin. — Halle Berry

The Colonel explained to me that 1. this was Alaska's room, and that 2. she had a single room because the girl who was supposed to be her roommate got kicked out at the end of last year, and that 3. Alaska had cigarettes, although the Colonel neglected to ask whether 4. I smoked, which 5. I didn't. — John Green

In some ways, all our experiences of God are beyond belief, because all conceptual beliefs pale when compared to the experiential reality. — Bernadette Roberts

He alone knows to whom He will reveal Himself under which form. By what path and in what manner He attracts any particular man to Himself with great force is incomprehensible to the human intellect. The Path differs indeed for different pilgrims. — Anandamayi Ma

It's hard to be in a bad mood when you're walking around looking like you're about to play the semifinals at Wimbledon. — A. J. Jacobs

The Universe that the quantum gods made is cruel and random. — Hannu Rajaniemi

There was a closet somewhere inside me. Every day I went near that just to open the door and see all the masks of my face that I hid there.
To select one which isn't me but still would look like me, which would hide me from the world in a better way. Day after day I stored so many masks in that closet that one day I searched for my real face in it and it wasn't there. I never understood whether I lost it or I forgot how it looked like, the more I searched the most lost I felt. — Akshay Vasu

It's called "Caliban At Sunset".' 'What at sunset?' 'Caliban.' He cleared his throat, and began: I stood with a man Watching the sun go down. The air was full of murmurous summer scents And a brave breeze sang like a bugle From a sky that smouldered in the west, A sky of crimson, amethyst and gold and sepia And blue as blue as were the eyes of Helen When she sat Gazing from some high tower in Ilium Upon the Grecian tents darkling below. And he, This man who stood beside me, Gaped like some dull, half-witted animal And said, 'I say, Doesn't that sunset remind you Of a slice Of underdone roast beef?' He — P.G. Wodehouse