Bobbejaansberg Quotes & Sayings

My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix — J.K. Rowling

Don't interfere with anything in the Constitution. That must be maintained, for it is the only safeguard of our liberties. — Abraham Lincoln

Plato, quite decadently, wore an earring while young. — Sextus Empiricus

I am not born for one corner; the whole world is my native land. — Seneca.

Often the best in us springs from the worst in us. — Andre Gide

You're going to wear that?" Jackson lifted his chin, indicating my outfit. I glanced down at myself. Seeing nothing wrong with my blue jeans, hiking boots, and long-sleeved purple Henley with the top four buttons undone. I returned Jackson's scowl with a frown. "And what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" "Your shirt is half undone, your boobs are busting out, and those jeans are awfully tight." I crossed my arms under my chest and glared at my brother. "Are you calling me fat?" "No. I'm saying that outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination. I don't want that Winston boy getting ideas." Meanwhile, I wanted Duane to get lots of ideas. — Penny Reid

It was fortunate that love did not need words; or else it would be full of misunderstanding and foolishness. — Hermann Hesse

As computer intelligence gets better, what will be possible when we interface our brains with computers? It might sound scary, but early evidence suggests otherwise: interfacing brains with machines can be helpful in treating traumatic brain injury, repairing spinal cord damage, and countless other applications. — Bill Maris

I'm half way to Heaven and half way to Hell with each breath I take in this mortal shell. — Stanley Victor Paskavich

His lips were like a caress as he brushed them across mine; slow and soft.
He lingered, breathing in deeply as if he couldn't breathe without me. Eventually, he moved on to plant a tender kiss on my bottom lip, before pilling back and looking at me. His cocky grin was gone, replaced with something tender and nervous. His thumb ran over my lip once, before he let go, and smiled. -Loc 1471 ARC — Nichole Chase

However, she was horrified the following morning when she opened the Daily Mail at breakfast. The leading article was headed THE HUNS MUST PAY. The paper argued that food aid should be sent to Germany - only because "if Germany were starved to death she could not pay what she owes. — Ken Follett