Braambessenconfituur Quotes & Sayings

She wasn't invisible anymore. She'd stepped dead-bang into the spotlight, and she'd painted a big bull's-eye on her head. — Joe Schreiber

We're both pretty lousy, but together we are better than ten others. — Keith Richards

And let it be noted that there is no more delicate matter to take in hand, nor more dangerous to conduct, nor more doubtful in its success, than to set up as a leader in the introduction of changes. — Niccolo Machiavelli

Elmo found, as have many, that the death of the heart corrupted the pen into writing a farrago of horrors and insanities, not necessarily the less true for their seeming extravagance, but inaccessible for the most part to the prudent. — Robert Aickman

Don't be shaped by regret, disappointment, fear of the future, resentment and the like. The Lord's joy is your strength. Enjoy it. — Terry Virgo

The art of an artist must be his own art. It is ... always a continuous chain of little inventions, little technical discoveries of one's own, in one's relation to the tool, the material and the colors. — Emil Nolde

Peace is the happy natural state of man; war is corruption and disgrace. — James Thomson

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. — Robert Burns

People who accomplish great things work toward their objectives every day. — Zig Ziglar

I fall against the wall with her, smothering her mouth with mine in an assault of lust, love, kisses. I want it all over her. To fill her with what I feel inside of me. A star? A wish? I wish we weren't in the damn hallway of the store. I wish this were my bed and I could go slower. I wish time could cease and this moment could go on forever. I wish I could appreciate all of the sounds I'm regrettably swallowing down to keep us a secret. Her whispered pleas for more. More. I wish I had more. — Pella Grace

I don't know why there hasn't been a 'Spy Kids' cartoon. You have to bring that up to Robert Rodriguez and see what he has to say. That would be an interesting thing to do with this series. — Daryl Sabara

But Aladdin says nothing.
Instead, he lowers his face and softly kisses the side of my neck, his mouth trailing up to the skin behind my ear. Goose bumps break across my skin, and I turn my face to meet his lips with mine. This kiss is gentler than our last, long and slow and restrained. It is a kiss of longing. A kiss of farewell. His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me against him. We drift in a slow circle, sending out ripples that make the floating flowers bob and dip.
"You keep so many secrets," he murmurs. "I could spend the rest of my life discovering you." He tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes devouring my face. — Jessica Khoury