Bourgade Football Quotes & Sayings

Are you the one with the blue eyes?"
"Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden ... and luminous. — Cassandra Clare

I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer. — Colleen McCullough

A man's work reveals him. In social intercourse he gives you the surface that he wishes the world to accept, and you can only gain a true knowledge of him by inferences from little actions, of which he is unconscious, and from fleeting expressions, which cross his face unknown to him. Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem. But in his book or his picture the real man delivers himself defenceless. His pretentiousness will only expose his vacuity. The lathe painted to look like iron is seen to be but a lathe. No affectation of peculiarity can conceal a commonplace mind. To the acute observer no one can produce the most casual work without disclosing the innermost secrets of the soul. — W. Somerset Maugham

Satellite images suggest North Korea is building a light-water reactor and working on uranium enrichment. This is troubling. — Yukiya Amano

I wanna piss on his head, I want his family dead. — Tupac Shakur

Carefree, peaceful ... those words reminds me of you. Matt says without hesitation, surprising me with his frankness. — Cat Patrick

Loving you is hard, that's why my heart never sleep. — Evans Biya

What did Dom Perignon say to fellow monks after he invented champagne? ... Come quickly, I am tasting the stars. — John Green

The experience was both vivid and wrenching. The convicting reflections on all his impure thoughts and desires could not have been clearer. It felt as though some inner awareness had now been awakened. With each word Stephen prayed, the experience only grew stronger. On the other side, each of those desires and yearnings was being lifted up for inspection - not only his, he realized. Something else was inside him, something new. . . . He could only identify it as God. Not merely the Judean God. My God. God was helping him sift and sort - those selfish and evil desires pushed to one side, the hunger for truth and holy living gathered on the other. — Janette Oke