Ansje Beentjes Quotes & Sayings

She hears the word bell, or orchard, or swallow, and she experiences a strange surprise, like the feel of a coin in the soil. These words make her wistful; they overwhelm her with longing. Not for her orchard, nor the bell in her church, nor the swallows that nest in the eaves of her house. For something else altogether, something she would have forgotten completely.
She wonders: Why should these words pierce me, if they are not the remains of a currency I once knew how to spend? — Sarah Shun-lien Bynum

Could time be measured in the books you have read and the books you haven't read? — Antonia Honeywell

Book reviewer: Very often a writer who has never been published taking out their frustrations on a writer who has. — Raul Ramos Y Sanchez

You stand up for your teammates. Your loyalty is to them. You protect them through good and bad, because they'd do the same for you. — Yogi Berra

He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunlight if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love. — Elizabeth Gaskell

I'm always swimming forward like a shark. You just keep going and you don't rest. I love waking up knowing that I have a problem to solve. — Nile Rodgers

I want you to tell me something," I whisper. "What?" "Don't get mad." "What is it, Ana?" "You do care." His eyes widen, and all trace of his good humor vanishes. "I want you to admit that you care. Because the Christian I know and love would care." He stills, his eyes not leaving mine, and I'm witness to his internal struggle as if he's about to make the judgment of Solomon. He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again as some fleeting emotion crosses his face ... pain, maybe. — E.L. James

We're a whole culture of people who have a really hard time seeing beyond themselves. — Jill Soloway

In honor of October, really just hours away now ...
Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair. — Minna Thomas Antrim

How much easier is self-sacrifice than self-realization! — Eric Hoffer

When people think about Michigan, they usually think about cars. — Sander Levin