Zawiera Substancje Quotes & Sayings

I respect a man who can recognize a quotation. It's a dying art. — David Lodge

For the idea was by no means so stupid as it seems now
that it has failed ... (Everything seems stupid when it fails.) — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Have you no respect for the past? For what was thought and believed by your foremothers?"
"Why, no," she said. "Why should we? They are all gone. They knew less than we do. If we are not beyond them, we are unworthy of them - and unworthy of the children who must go beyond us. — Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Simple ideas INVOLVE individuals; INSPIRE crowds; INNOVATE HUMANITY — Miguel Reynolds Brandao

We survive. We're Irish. We have the souls of poets. We love our misery, we delight in the beauty of strange places and dark places in our hearts. — Eilis Flynn

And then there was a moment of silence. As if time was taking a deep breath. — Fredrik Backman

I do not know the word 'quit.' Either I never did, or I have abolished it. — Susan Butcher

Johnny Hart became much less funny after he found sobriety, and religion, around the same time. — Gene Weingarten

One spiritual writer has observed that human beings are born with two diseases: life, from which we die; and hope, which says the first disease is not terminal. Hope is built into the structure of our personalities, into the depths of our unconscious; it plagues us to the very moment of our death. The critical question is whether hope is self-deception, the ultimate cruelty of a cruel and tricky universe, or whether it is just possibly the imprint of reality. — Brennan Manning

Inside her, great castles of comprehension, models of the world as she had understood it, shivered. She could not decide whether to let them crumble or to try desperately to save them. — Adam Gidwitz

There is no fury like an ex-wife searching for a new lover. — Cyril Connolly

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. — Jack Kerouac

If you have no wish, how can it possibly come true? — Seth Godin