Bielefelder Rooster Quotes & Sayings

What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things? — George Villiers

With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night. — Ernest Hemingway,

What we are doing is, rather than living on the interest of our basic biological capital, we're using up our capital, so we're dipping into our capital. We're using up what should be our children's and grandchildren's legacy. — David Suzuki

I'm not afraid to be lonely at the top. — Barry Bonds

I just made my album. I did my best. And I uploaded the video just to 'YouTube.' That was all. — Psy

This business of the working class is on its way out I think. After all, aren't I working class? I work jolly hard, I can tell you. — Margaret Thatcher

Do you want to know yourself better? Then discover silence. — Pope Benedict XVI

For two long years the Franks evaded detection by the Nazis. They were less than a month away from Amsterdam's liberation by the Allies when the end came. On August 4, 1944, a secret informant, whose name has never become known, gave away the family's hiding place to the Gestapo. — Bill O'Reilly

Some [young people] are taking pills called "heaven or hell" drugs, because you're liable to experience either one. — Billy Graham

But for all their differences, shyness and introversion have in common something profound. The mental state of a shy extrovert sitting quietly in a business meeting may be very different from that of a calm introvert - the shy person is afraid to speak up, while the introvert is simply overstimulated - but to the outside world, the two appear to be the same. This can give both types insight into how our reverence for alpha status blinds us to things that are good and smart and wise. — Susan Cain

The sun is my wine. — Marty Rubin

The people ask much, often more than any government can give. We must resist the temptation to promise solutions to all problems. — Jane Byrne

He fell in love with Manhattan's skyline, like a first-time brothel guest falling for a seasoned professional. He mused over her reflections in the black East River at dusk, dawn, or darkest night, and each haloed light-in a tower or strung along the jeweled and sprawling spider legs of the Brooklyn Bridge's spans-hinted at some meaning, which could be understood only when made audible by music and encoded in lyrics. — Arthur Phillips

Eventually I learned to reject this advice. Somehow, I figured out that it was easier for me to resist certain temptations by never giving in to them. — Gretchen Rubin