Blavier Bouwbedrijf Quotes & Sayings

Writers have to be very careful and discerning because so much of the machine is out of their control. — Tamsin Greig

All god wants us to do is do what he asks us to do. — Joyce Meyer

Emotion is set in our genome and that we all have with a certain programmed nature that is modified by our experience so individually we have variations on the pattern. But in essence, your emotion of joy and mine are going to be extremely similar. — Antonio Damasio

Our zeal works wonders, whenever it supports our inclination toward hatred, cruelty, ambition. — Michel De Montaigne

The Twenties outfits are all about freedom and loose, flowing lines, whereas in 'Cinderella,' I had to wear corsets and big huge skirts. — Lily James

It is a fine sunny day and great matters loom across the horizon of history. Carthage in my rearview mirror, I blend into Time. — Charles Bukowski

In comics, the writer is also the director in a certain way. So if this were a film, you wouldn't tell the cinematographer to make a good fight scene while you go and get a cup of coffee. — Max Bemis

Tragedy in the theater opens our eyes so that we can discover and appreciate the heroic in reality. — Jose Ortega Y Gasset

In their minds it is the mark of an ill-prepared and amateur army to rely in the moments before battle on what they call pseudoandreia, false courage, meaning the artificially inflated martial frenzy produced by a general's eleventh-hour harangue or some peak of bronze-banging bravado built to by shouting, shield-pounding and the like[ ... ] It made no difference. None was a match for the warriors of Lakedaemon, and all knew it. — Steven Pressfield

At the time that the telegraph brought the news of his death, I was on the Pacific coast. I was a fresh new journalist, and needed a nom de guerre; so I confiscated the ancient mariner's discarded one, and have done my best to make it remain what it was in his hands - a sign and symbol and warrant that whatever is found in its company may be gambled on as being the petrified truth; how I have succeeded, it would not be modest in me to say. — Mark Twain

Well, the drums gave me headaches, the sunlight flashing on my armor cooked me up like harvest day, and those magnificent destriers shit everywhere. — George R R Martin