Altenstadt Geislingen Quotes & Sayings

It's totally okay to fuck up. More than okay. It's normal. Our fuck-ups make us who we are, and if we don't accept that ... well, there'd be nothing but more potential fuck-ups in our future. Or, worse, we'd just freeze up and stop doing anything at all. — Steph Campbell

Beads of blood defied gravity, hanging in the air like drops of dew caught in a web. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Music is a really powerful way for me to catalyze all kinds of things. It's always been the cure. Through music, I've healed all the wounds I've had and celebrated all the good things in life. Through music, I turn things, good or bad, into energy. — Juanes

I will protect your freedom, Malala. Carry on with your dreams. — Malala Yousafzai

Life is all about being true to yourself and what you believe in — Andy Biersack

What kind of persons writes fiction about the past?"
- "The kind of person for whom one lifetime is not enough."

- Hilary Mantel — Hilary Mantel

Cut quarrels out of literature, and you will have very little history or drama or fiction or epic poetry left. — Robert Staughton Lynd

I don't look forward to the day because I don't like to see guys get traded that I like, or other guys. I didn't want to get traded from the Islanders but then when I did, reality set in that I'd been traded. It's a wild day. It's a crazy day. — Chris Osgood

Remember that we sometimes demand explanations for the sake not of their content, but of their form. Our requirement is an architectural one; the explanation a kind of sham corbel that supports nothing. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

I know you're supposed to tell kids not to do drugs, but, kids, do it! Do weed! Don't do the other stuff, but weed is good — Kevin Smith

Every morning
I wake up with the news
of bloodshed.
I feel my body,
desperate to know whether
I'm still alive. — Suman Pokhrel

Fear envelops bones like new skin,
envelops blood with night's skin,
the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -
it is not your hair but the terror in your head,
like long hair made of vertical nails,
and what you see are not shattered streets,
but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,
your frustrated infinity, again the city comes
crashing down: in your silence, only water's threat
is heard, and in the water
drowned horses gallop through your death. — Pablo Neruda