Borghild Gjerde Quotes & Sayings

The funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means. — Cassandra Clare

My mother fed me with a spoon until I was 6 years old. — Sandra Dee

No one loves authenticity like a graphic designer. And no one is quite as good at simulating it. — Michael Bierut

Love is the secret you unmask yourself to find; it is the foundation of the spiritual life, the destination where all roads of the journey lead. — Elizabeth Lesser

It's kinda weird sometimes going on tour with bands because you never really know what to expect. — Kellin Quinn

I don't believe any Western journalists, quite frankly. I believe they're liars until proven otherwise. — Anjem Choudary

It is a self-deception of philosophers and moralists to imagine that they escape decadence by opposing it. That is beyond their will; and, however little they acknowledge it, one later discovers that they were among the most powerful promoters of decadence. — Friedrich Nietzsche

We danced alone, apart, without time. It was not Jade who bit or clawed my shoulders. It was the creature at the root of her being, hidden beyond the bursts of color, the quivering muscles, exposed when joy shakes the mind free of the constraints of traditional thinking and leaves it standing warm in the sunshine, naked, asking to be taught anew. It was Jade. — Kevin R. Hill

The very precariousness of weather excites a large amount of earnest prayer. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

But Jesus's message was designed to be a direct challenge to the wealthy and the powerful, be they the occupiers in Rome, the collaborators in the Temple, or the new moneyed class in the Greek cities of Galilee. The message was simple: the Lord God had seen the suffering of the poor and dispossessed; he had heard their cries of anguish. And he was finally going to do something about it — Reza Aslan

For most of history, man has had to fight nature to survive; in this century he is beginning to realize that, in order to survive, he must protect it. — Jacques-Yves Cousteau

I think Shehnaz was right. In the end it wasn't about the Poet, or me or anyone. It was about a minute, five minutes, ten minutes in which she believed, with utter certainty, that she simply could not endure any more.' It seemed impossible, already, to have denied this truth for so long. — Kamila Shamsie