Przysłowia na literę i
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197
| #5329 |
| I can't take a well-tanned person seriously. |
| Autor: Cleveland Amory |
| #12581 |
| I can't tell if a straw ever saved a drowning man, but I know that a mere glance is enough to make despair pause. For in truth we who are creatures of impulse are creatures of despair. |
| Autor: Joseph Conrad |
| #11115 |
| I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit. |
| Autor: Susan Glasee |
| #6833 |
| I can't think of anything to write about except families. They are a metaphor for every other part of society. |
| Autor: Anna Quindlen |
| #10904 |
| I can't understand it. I can't even understand the people who can understand it. |
| Autor: Queen Juliana |
| #5270 |
| I can't understand why a person will take a year to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a few dollars. |
| Autor: Fred Allen |
| #11961 |
| I can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I'm frightened of the old ones. |
| Autor: John Cage |
| #14831 |
| I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions. |
| Autor: Lillian Hellman |
| #13732 |
| I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! |
| Autor: Louise Bogan |
| #16579 |
| I cannot call to mind a single instance where I have ever been irreverent, except toward the things which were sacred to other people. |
| Autor: Mark Twain |