Elena Ferrante Quotes
While Otto ran here and there, carefully choosing places to urinate, I felt over every inch of my body the scratches of sexual abandonment, the danger of drowning in scorn for myself and nostalgia for him. I got up and went back along the path; I whistled again, and waited for Otto to return.
Elena Ferrante
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Rich countries have been sending aid to poor countries for the last 60 years. And, by and large, this has failed.
Iqbal Quadir
I believe in God, but I don't know what it is - if it's a he, she, a he-she, or anything. Who knows what it is. All I know is that I feel like there's something else there.
Sam Smith
There are three successive states of morality answering to the three principal stages of human life; the personal, the domestic, and the social stage.
Auguste Comte
Worry is negative goal setting.
Brian Tracy
There is, unfortunately, too large a number of people who are just outright bigots in America. They're nowhere near a majority. They're a small number. But there are people who are in the Alt-Right who are just straight up bigots.
Van Jones
The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.
Lady Gaga
Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure.
Tacitus
I learned that money's not happiness. The more famous I am and the more money I make, the closer I stay to my family and friends that I've known since junior high school. True happiness to me is the connection with fellow human beings I've known for a long time.
Dat Phan
You're here, on your knees, praying as the seconds on your Mickey Mouse clock tick by, but in God's time, you're working with Him at the moment of creation, when there is no time.
Amy Welborn
Discipline is choosing between what you want now, and what you want most.
Abraham Lincoln
While Otto ran here and there, carefully choosing places to urinate, I felt over every inch of my body the scratches of sexual abandonment, the danger of drowning in scorn for myself and nostalgia for him. I got up and went back along the path; I whistled again, and waited for Otto to return.
Elena Ferrante
