Dzerzhinskaya Quotes

#1. It was late spring when Marya Morevna slid her brass key into the lock of the house on Dzerzhinskaya Street, feeling it slide, too, between her own ribs, and open her like a reliquary full of old, nameless bones.

Catherynne M Valente

#2. When I was a little boy in short pants, I dreamed about a miraculous ointment that would make me invisible. Then I became an adult, began to write, and wanted to be successful. Now I'm successful and would like to have the ointment that would make me invisible.

Milan Kundera

#3. It can be hard to feel like you have to start from scratch when you have invested so much time with a person, but shortly after my break up I realized something: I wasn't losing the chance to have love
I was getting the opportunity to do it all over again.

Lauren Conrad

#4. I suppose I arrived at my charitable commitment largely through guilt. I recognized early on that my good fortune was not due to superior personal character or initiative so much as it was to dumb luck.

George Kaiser

#5. Above all, you can believe in Providence in either of two ways, either as thirst believes in the orange, or as the ass believes in the whip.

Victor Hugo

#6. Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.

Alessandro Baricco

#7. I realized that there was much more to my voice than I'd ever been led to explore and that I could make my own songs.

Lia Ices

#8. She'd created her own hell, and now that she had learned to control her fear, she knew how to create her own paradise.

Josephine Angelini

#9. There's this idea that if you take your clothes off, somehow you must have loose morals.

Demi Moore

#10. This reconciliation with Hitler reveals the profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on the nonexistence of return, for in this world everything is pardoned in advance and therefore everything cynically permitted.

Milan Kundera

#11. Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you - but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the knuckles and nails like a cartographer learning a country by heart?

Jodi Picoult

#12. And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

William Butler Yeats