Vyacheslav Quotes

#1. Vyacheslav and Marina chose a generic name designed to be devoid of meaning: BOHdVF260602. Although the name seems meaningless, BOHdVF260602 stands for "Biological Object Human descendant of the Voronins and Frolovas, born on June 26, 2002.

Adam Alter

#2. The trouble with free elections is that you never know how they are going to to turn out.

Vyacheslav Molotov

#3. Some aspects of life are strange or even terrible, but later something okay or even good happens that would never have happened without the bad/strange thing.
The Higher Power of Lucky

Susan Patron

#4. Your field report might be the reason someone detoured six blocks, say, on their way to the chiropractor.

Kevin Moffett

#5. My double drags his coffin, humble slave,
I, at least, am real, though changed to flesh.
Far-off, I build me a church no hand can shape

("Winter Sonnets: III")

Vyacheslav Ivanov

#6. A penumbra of sombre dignity has descended over his reputation.

James Atlas

#7. There are some words I'll never learn to spell.

Anonymous

#8. Welcome will arrived, the hour that was not hoped for.

Horace

#9. I worked so much when my first son was born that I missed a lot.

Cuba Gooding Jr.

#10. If nothing else, we simply get used to being alive.

Douglas Coupland

#11. We lived among people whose poverty could be seen in the length of their faces, in their tired speech and in the heaviness of their eyes.

T. Greenwood

#12. Only a fool would attack us.

Vyacheslav Molotov

#13. Librarians are the coolest people out there doing the hardest job out there on the frontlines. And every time I get to encounter or work with librarians, I'm always impressed by their sheer awesomeness.

Neil Gaiman

#14. There is no alternative to class struggle.

Vyacheslav Molotov

#15. I do not seek redemption from the consequences of my sin. I seek to be redeemed from sin itself. Until I have attained that end, I shall be content to be restless.

Mahatma Gandhi

#16. The worst mistakes of your past can be the best lights of your future!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#17. On a winter night I hear the Easter bell:
I knock on graves and quicken the dead,
Until at last in a grave I see - myself.

(Winter Sonnets: XI)

Vyacheslav Ivanov