Alminnelig Inntekt Quotes & Sayings

It's a risk to open your heart and care when you might find yourself alone in the end. — Lisa Kessler

Very early on, near the beginning of my writing life, I came to believe that I had to seize on some object outside of literature. Writing as a sylistic exercise seemed barren to me. Poetry as the art of the word made me yawn. I also understood that I couldn't sustain myself very long on the poems of others. I had to go out from myself and literature, look around in the world and lay hold of other spheres of reality. — Zbigniew Herbert

David and fell on his face and did obeisance. David — Anonymous

I have not made any plans for the future, and my wife would kill me if I announced anything before that. — Scott Walker

Never do yourself, what you can con professionals into doing for you. — Lois McMaster Bujold

I find myself wanting to study his lower abdomen, where the muscles are like stepping stones leading the way down to Mr. Happy. — Kristen Callihan

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. — Grandma Moses

Producers think in the language of abundance rather than scarcity, take initiative instead of waiting for someone else to provide them with opportunity, and boldly venture wise risks instead of surrendering to fear that they can't make a difference. — Oliver DeMille

You cannot build up a character in a solitude; you need a formed character to stand a solitude. — Austin O'Malley

All this wandering that you do," he said, leaning in the window, his face white as a cream cheese, his scar the carved zigzag of a snowmobile across a winter lake. Wind blew handsomely through his hair. "How will anyone ever get close to you?"
"I don't know," she said. She shook his hand through the window and then put on her gloves. — Lorrie Moore

They were truly new people. No longer Forest People, certainly not the Horde. They were outcasts. They were the chosen. Those who had died. Those who lived. — Ted Dekker

'The Glass Castle' by Jeannette Walls is the quintessential dysfunctional family. — Sara Shepard