Stanislav_J

„Po dvacet let už píšu tyhle sračky a lid, ta chátra, žasnout nepřestal…“

Karel Kryl (1944–1994) český písničkář

„Svět je jako roztrženej pytel sraček. Já ho nezachráním.“

Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) americký básník a spisovatel

„Věřím v Boha, ale nevěřím v církevní sračky“

Xavier Crement

„Dostal's nás do pěkných sraček, synku.“

Ian Edginton (1969) spisovatel

„A sračky se daly do pohybu.“

C. D. Payne (1949) americký spisovatel

„Život je většinou pěkná sračka.“

Joe Abercrombie (1974) britský spisovatel fantazie a střihač

“The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that’s the worst place to drive.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.”

Robert Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

“We ran as if to meet the moon.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“A good book has no ending”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“How many things would you attempt
If you knew you could not fail”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet

“How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?”

Robert Frost (1874–1963) American poet