Alandra Bell Quotes & Sayings

The jazz boom was goin' on then so there was a lot happenin' in New York at that time. — Mose Allison

Speech is a rolling mill which always stretches out the feelings that go into it. — Gustave Flaubert

You have to wake up and say, 'I have a fire in me to be better than I am right now.' That's your base. — Greg Jackson

The winds of time eventually turn them into the tools of industrial civillisation. It's never unscathed. — Hayao Miyazaki

A love affair is like a short story
it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes. — F Scott Fitzgerald

My husband would do anything for me ... ' It's degrading. No human being ought to have such power over another."
"It's a very real power, Harriet."
"Then ... we won't use it. If we disagree, we'll fight it out like gentlemen. We won't stand for matrimonial blackmail. — Dorothy L. Sayers

This is a profligate prison for us all, it's a hellish hole we soldiers have been hauled to because they blame us for losing the war in America. — Timberlake Wertenbaker

And Athos had. He'd broken Holland one bone, one day, one order at a time. Until all Holland wanted, more than the ability to save his world, more than the strength to bring the magic back, more than anything, was for it to end.
It was cowardice, he knew, but cowardice came so much easier than hope. — V.E Schwab

Are you mad? Always a trickier question than it looks. — David Mitchell

While the vast majority of hackers may be disinclined towards violence, it would only take a few to turn cyber terrorism into reality. — Dorothy Denning

Morality only is eternal. All the rest is balloon and bubble from the cradle to the grave. — David McCullough

God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of spring. What is God must be one of those smells that beguile and inebriate the mind, who like a fine drunken horse of water the heart now rides, galloping wild in every direction like a river flooding right through the topsoil of your youth, cutting and eroding a groove that will be your life, a canyon sunk deep into the virgin plains and unsawn forests of your early days. — Martin Prechtel

In real open source, you have the right to control your own destiny. — Linus Torvalds