Beirendonck Pocket Quotes & Sayings

Based on the considerations of history, ancient history, and international axioms, the logic of following up a citizen with his shadow for the purpose of the demarcation of political frontiers of any state has been discounted for international conventions. For example the Arabs cannot ask Spain just because they were there some time in the past nor can they ask for any other area outside the frontiers of the Arab homeland — Saddam Hussein

Begin to pursue your dreams. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart — Munia Khan

True religion should be able to respond to the dark melodies, the faulty and hideous sounds that echo from the heart of men. — Shusaku Endo

A writer has to take all the risks of putting down what he sees. — James A. Baldwin

Raw lobster tail, freeze dried, is amazing. — Nathan Myhrvold

Americans' lack of passion for history is well known. History may not quite be bunk, as Henry Ford suggested, but there's no denying that, as a people, we sustain a passionate concentration on the present and the future. — Larry McMurtry

I feel not to be open about who I am in all respects places a certain kind of expectation on me I'm just not into meeting any more. — Audre Lorde

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give. — Ellen Glasgow

From several of the Indian tribes inhabiting the country bordering on Lake Erie purchases have been made of lands on conditions very favorable to the United States, and, as it is presumed, not less so to the tribes themselves. — James Monroe

I knew I was going to take the wrong train, so I left early. — Yogi Berra

If you want to explore a political idea in the highest possible way, you embody it in the personal, because that's something that no one can deny. — George Saunders

Scarlet! It is the first colour I have seen in months. Or so it seems. Scarlet. A little wild poppy, of a red so sudden it made my blood stop. I kept saying the word over and over to myself, scarlet, as if the word, like the colour, had escaped me till now, and just saying it would keep the little windblown flower in sight. — David Malouf