Bloemendal Store Quotes & Sayings

Fellowship in treason is a bad ground of confidence. — Edmund Burke

Because in the end, we die. It's like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: 'in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here. — Zack Love

I think we need to develop a powerful dose of tolerance to understand each other's humanness. None of us is perfect. — Cathy Burnham Martin

For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now. — Robin Hobb

The music cuts out and suddenly my breathing sounds really loud. It also seems to amplify his whole nakedness.
I stare at him. Actually I try not to stare at him but it's kind of hard not to. I mean, he's standing there topless in front of me and his stomach looks like it just walked out of an Abercrombie catalogue. Sweat has darkened the waistband of his jeans. He's holding a spanner in one hand, the tyre in the other. — Sarah Alderson

My job is not to save 'The Wheel of Time', to fix 'The Wheel of Time', or anything like that. My job is not to screw it up. — Brandon Sanderson

It may be that we exist and cease to exist in alternations, like the minute dots in some forms of toned printing or the succession of pictures on a cinema film. It may be that reality is an illusion of movement in an eternal, static, multidimensional universe. We may be only a story written on the ground of the inconceivable; the pattern on a rug beneath the feet of the incomprehensible. — H.G.Wells

You have not only a very large portion of my affection and esteem, but all that I am capable of feeling ... — Michael Kelahan

Anyone can win the Nobel Prize if the scientist works hard on his research subject. — Tim Hunt

Deep, choking sobs that sounded like his soul was being torn apart. He clutched at his father and Max took his in his arms. "I am so sorry dad." Kyle sobbed. "And I forgive you because that is what fahters do" said Max — Clive Cussler

What was it that Rilke wrote? That music raised him out of himself, and never returned him to where it had found him, but to a deeper place, somewhere in the unfinished. — Karl Ove Knausgard

[ ... ] no man can be a good judge of the comforts a woman feels in the society of one of her own sex [ ... ] — Jane Austen

If we had more hell fire preaching in the pulpit then we would have less hell bound people in the pew. — Leonard Ravenhill

Whoever is in control of the hell in your life, is your devil. — John Henrik Clarke

See, I always forget this about you," he says, and even now, long after we first lost our privacy, I can't help wondering who's overhearing him. "Every decade, you like to pin me to the ground, pull open my mouth, and take a sh** right into it. — Curtis Sittenfeld