Spi Ter Quotes

#1. It's one thing to be banal, stupid, and idiotic on the inside. It's another to have it captured in writing.

Karl Ove Knausgaard

#2. There is a deep - and usually frustrated - desire in the heart of everyone to act with benevolence rather than selfishness, and one fine instance of generosity can inspire dozens more.

Xenophon

#3. Maybe we really are made of the same clay, maybe we really are condemned, blameless, to the same, identical mediocrity.

Elena Ferrante

#4. A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. [The Second Law of Robotics]

Isaac Asimov

#5. Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.

Remy De Gourmont

#6. More sailors have drowned in words than in the sea.

Marty Rubin

#7. When the search for truth is confused with political advocacy, the pursuit of knowledge is reduced to the quest for power.

Alston Chase

#8. Maybe it was fate that I sat next to her that day, or serendipity, divine intervention, who knows? However you look at, I got seated next to the first girl to ever really steal my heart. I was in love from that moment on.

Renee Carlino

#9. After I left the Pumpkins, I went home and just sat around. I have a studio in my basement, and I found myself writing all these songs, just taking advantage of the relaxed situation. I wrote about 30 songs in about 30 days.

Jimmy Chamberlin

#10. Coaching is not how much you know. It's how much you can get players to do.

Bum Phillips

#11. Praising God is one of the highest and purest acts of religion. In prayer we act like men; in praise we act like angels.

Thomas Watson

#12. It's a strange world"
"The strangest

Stephenie Meyer

#13. He could probably even guess what Harry would say next in that calm, amused voice of his that seemed to mimic every adult you never wanted to meet.

Patrick Ness

#14. Jealousy is one of love's parasites.

Josh Billings

#15. The good intentions of a third party are powerless to control a woman who is annoyed to find herself pursued even into a ball-room by a man whom she does not love. Too often, the kind friend comes down again alone.

Marcel Proust