Bouwen Metsen Quotes & Sayings

It is this union of passionate interest in the detailed facts with equal devotion to abstract generalisation which forms the novelty in our present society . — Alfred North Whitehead

I realized that I have very long arms so I can take the perfect arm-length picture with fans — Taylor Swift

You have to discipline your children, or they won't respect you, law enforcement or God or anyone else. — Phil Robertson

Second, we're spending a huge amount of money on technology so that everyone can check out laptops and portable phones. We're spending more money to write our existing information into databases or onto CD-ROM. — Jay Chiat

...were these Essays of mine considerable enough to deserve a critical judgment, it might then, I think, fall
out that they would not much take with common and vulgar capacities, nor be very acceptable to the singular and excellent sort of men; the first would not understand them enough, and the last too much; and so they may hover in the middle region. — Michel De Montaigne

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it. — Nalini Singh

A choice to listen to the chaos your mind creates or the whispers of intuitive wisdom from the heart. — Steven Redhead

May your heart be melted with faith, love and hope. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Contemporary culture encourages us to make islands of ourselves for the sake of self-fulfillment, of career advancement, of entertainment, of diversion, and all the demands of the sovereign self. When suffering and death come for you--and it will--you want to be in a place where you know, and are known. You want--no, you need--to be able to say, as Mike did, "We're leaning, but we're leaning on each other. — Rod Dreher

Even hating myself I still think I'm better than you. — Stephen Schneider

Even back when I played 'straight-ahead,' I mixed it up. I played some free-form, classical adaptations, solo flute stuff. It was New Age in its own way. — Paul Horn

This was the kiss I had waited for so long - a kiss born by the river of our childhood, when we didn't yet know what love meant. A kiss that had been suspended in the air as we grew, that had traveled in the world in the souvenir of a medal, and that had remained hidden behind piles of books. A kiss that had been lost and now was found. In the moment of that kiss were years of searching, disillusionment and impossible dreams. — Paulo Coelho