Bociany Film Quotes

#1. I am sick of having opinions. I am sick of talking.

Susan Sontag

#2. The gentle Kathryn thumps the engagement ring in his face, thumps it as you'd thump a spider

Ben Fountain

#3. The best poetry has its roots in the subconscious to a great degree. Youth, naivety, reliance on instinct more than learning and method, a sense of freedom and play, even trust in randomness, is necessary to the making of a poem.

May Swenson

#4. The code of the con is to know just enough about everything so you can lie about anything.
(attrib: E. Tancarville)

Dan Garfat-Pratt

#5. Love isn't something that fades with time. It just grows sharper with longing.

Amber Argyle

#6. The feet of the humblest may walk in the field Where the feet of the Holiest trod, This, then, is the marvel to mortals revealed.

Phillips Brooks

#7. God can use the ordinary moments in your life to glorify himself by conforming you into the image of his Son. That is precisely what he intends to do.

Gloria Furman

#8. Looking back, has this journalism experience been a nightmare for you?'
'Not entirely.'
'Did you enjoy any of it?'
'I liked going to the library,' he says. 'I think I prefer books to people
primary sources scare me.

Tom Rachman

#9. Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already hope is stirring at the edges of the day.

Kathleen Norris

#10. I experienced the happiest moment of my life when you took me in your arms as your wife and pressed me to your heart; when I even think of that moment my heart beats madly and I have a terrible longing for you, and I think I would hug you to death if I had you here now.

Hannah Pakula

#11. Never did I think so much, exist so much, be myself so much as in the journeys I have made alone and on foot. Walking has something about it which animates and enlivens my ideas. I can hardly think while I am still; my body must be in motion to move my mind.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#12. Which doesn't mean, of course, that I'd stopped loving her, that I'd forgotten her, or that her image had paled; on the contrary; in the form of a quiet nostalgia she remained constantly within me; I longed for her as one longs for something definitively lost.

Milan Kundera