Bemerkt English Quotes & Sayings

A life without purpose is meaningless — Sunday Adelaja

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed. — Sean O'Casey

We could see that our mothers blackmailed us with self-sacrifice, even if we did not know whether or not they might have been great opera stars or toasts of the town if they had not borne us. In our intractable moments we pointed out that we had not asked to be born, or even to go to an expensive school. We knew that they must have had motives of their own for what they did with us and to us. The notion of our parents' self-sacrifice filled us not with gratitude but with confusion and guilt. We wanted them to be happy yet they were sad and deprived and it was our fault. — Germaine Greer

If a country has a fascist leader, this is a great horror for that country; but there is much greater horror: The existence of ignorant and unethical masses who support that primitive leader! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I realized I was wasting a perfect opportunity. Nancy Drew wouldn't sit here obsessing over Ned Nickerson (who was at least good for kicking in doors sometimes). She would take advantage of the fact that her main obstacle was busy onstage and there was a field full of pickup trucks out there, and some of them had to be diesel. — Rosemary Clement-Moore

Dad rubbed his forehead. "No Sophie, its alright. That's what I hoped you would do."
"You hoped I'd commit mirrorcide? — Rachel Hawkins

To be saints is not a privilege for a few, but a vocation for everyone. — Pope Francis

I can't be your spark if I can't feel yours, so don't you dare burn out on me. — K. Bromberg

I don't think you ever think of a big city as sweet or community, but there are cities that I think of as charming and particular and interesting cities. I live in one now, Charleston. — Anne Rivers Siddons

Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee — Ben Jonson

Maybe if I put gardenias in both ears, or wore flippers over both hands, somebody might take a second look. But that'd be it. They'd put it all behind them after three steps. Their eyes not looking at anything. Nor my eyes. I felt emptied out, a blank. Would I ever again have anything to give to anyone? — Haruki Murakami