Zoenicewander Quotes & Sayings

Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes. — Mae West

It all comes of being so attractive, as the old lady said when she was struck by lightning. — Jerome K. Jerome

The reproaches against science for not having yet solved the problems of the universe are exaggerated in an unjust and malicious manner; it has truly not had time enough yet for these great achievements. Science is very young
a human activity which developed late. — Sigmund Freud

Because we live in a largely free society, we tend to forget how limited is the span of time and the part of the globe for which there has ever been anything like political freedom: the typical state of mankind is tyranny, servitude, and misery. The nineteenth century and early twentieth century in the Western world stand out as striking exceptions to the general trend of historical development. Political freedom in this instance clearly came along with the free market and the development of capitalist institutions. So also did political freedom in the golden age of Greece and in the early days of the Roman era. — Milton Friedman

I said earlier that I do not believe an artist's life throws much light upon his works. I do believe, however, that, more often than most people realize, his works may throw light upon his life. An artist with certain imaginative ideas in his head may then involve himself in relationships which are congenial to them. — W. H. Auden

Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation. — Augustine Of Hippo

The true worth of a man is not to be found in man himself, but in the colours and textures that come alive in others. — Albert Schweitzer

I think the best beauty trick is to take good care of your skin. Wash your face at night, wear sunscreen, and hydrate. — Sophia Bush

Ambo opens his eyes and snaps to awareness - looking around wildly. He tries to move his hands, but he can't; his wrists have been bound to a wooden armchair. It takes him a moment to recognize it, to remember how he got there.

Arla is standing next to him, looking withered. Skin mottled and sweaty. Her eyes are swollen, and the cloth of the hijab has unraveled slightly. She whispers something to him, and it sounds like she's asking whether he's okay, but he can't make out the words.

He tells her to repeat herself. Louder this time, child.

'I said, what are we going to do? — Jonathan R. Miller