Beschrijfgeld Quotes & Sayings

And the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood. — Kim Edwards

If you are against abortions, don't have one. — Scott Andrews

The Rolling Stones set the bar to where I look to as a band. But I don't envision myself touring in the way they do. My knees won't hold out. — Jon Bon Jovi

Everything around us is shifting all the time. Energy is moving in all things. What gives energy a continuity, what creates a pattern, is you. — Frederick Lenz

A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. — James Joyce

To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it's true. It's a new world every heart beat. — Joyce Cary

A Warder once told me Trollocs call the Aiel Waste 'the Dying Ground.' I mean to make them give that name to the Two Rivers. — Robert Jordan

Writing is mostly a mind game. It's about tricking yourself into becoming who you are. If you do this long enough, you begin to believe it. And pretty soon, you start acting like it. — Jeff Goins

He and Evie soon fell into a conversation of the "No, I didn't; yes, you did" type - conversation which, although fascinating to those who are engaged in it, neither desires nor deserves the attention of others. — E. M. Forster

I knew little of the world, as the Justice had seen, but I knew that we can lose ourselves in the parts we play and if this continues too long we will not find our way back again. — Barry Unsworth

His hands had been reddened, as all men's hands have been, in the slaying before the foundation of the world; now, if he chose, he would dip them again in the same blood. 'Mercy,' he groaned ... — C.S. Lewis

Mrs. Baker's social manner was almost robotlike in its perfection. All her comments and remarks were natural, normal, everyday currency, but one had a suspicion that the whole thing was like an actor playing a part for perhaps the seven hundredth time. It was an automatic performance, completely divorced from what Mrs. Baker might really have been thinking or feeling. — Agatha Christie