Bohnerts Quotes & Sayings

I stepped out to the lawn. I remember the air that night, and how it was so brisk that it could revive the dead. The fragrance of eucalyptus stoking a home fire, the smell of wet grass, of dung fuel, of tobacco, of swamp air, and the perfume of hundreds of roses
this was the scent of Missing. No, it was the scent of a continent. — Abraham Verghese

David is purely a conceptual artist. He didn't play any instruments or paint or anything. We were painters. — Tina Weymouth

It's so thrilling to be intimidated. — Tina Brown

It was kind of a beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid - the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world. Dad was waiting for us, wearing a tan suit, standing in a handicapped parking spot typing away on his handheld. He waved as we parked and then hugged me. "What a day," he said. "If we lived in California, they'd all be like this. — John Green

The universe always gives you more of what you are focusing on. — Alan Cohen

Nobody's as good as you when you do what you do. I need you to own the time that comes with that. — Eric Thomas

Nobody else even approaches the trumpet like [Sweets Edison] does: Never too much and always plenty. He's the greatest trumpet player to play along with singers. He exactly knows how to play with you, how to answer you about what you just sang ... On top of that, he has some great sense of humor, both as a musician and as a man. Every time I see him, I'm laughing so much. Sweets is impeccable and incomparable. — Ella Fitzgerald

I choose my words very delicately because I have a divided society. — Najib Mikati

Do you know what the world will be saved by? I'll tell you. It'll be saved by the human spirit. And by the human spirit, I don't mean anything divine, I don't mean anything supernatural - certainly not coming from this skeptic. — Sherwin B. Nuland

But though she's told a longer version of the story a thousand times before to a thousand different people, she gets the feeling that Oliver might understand better than anyone else. It's something about the way he's looking at her, his eyes punching a neat little hole in her heart. She's knows it's not real: It's the illusion of closeness, the false confidence of a hushed and darkened plane, but she doesn't mind. For the moment, at least, it feels real. — Jennifer E. Smith

People ask me if I am going to write my memoirs. But even if I wanted to, I would not be able. I have extremely few memories. — Bjorn Ulvaeus

CHAPTER XLV THE TRUSTY AGENT — Charles Dickens

The future belongs not to the biggest or the strongest, rather to those who are willing to adapt. — Al Hanzal