Burggraeve Oostende Quotes & Sayings

The social media bit is really about documenting process. I like the dialogue if it's constructive, but I'm now at a crossroads. I've accumulated a lot of followers, and it's great, but I'm also at that teetering point where people are feeling themselves a little too much, commenting a little too much. — Toyin Odutola

And I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song — Rainer Maria Rilke

When you're outside of genre, you can expose more vulnerability. — Jenny Hval

Campaigns and elections are the process in which democracy separates the willing from the able, and goes with the willing. — Jon Stewart

English dialogue is the best in the world. So dry and direct. The Italian language is beautiful, but it is too literary. — Bernardo Bertolucci

What should be targeted is a concept of organic, and not just mechanic, democracy that preserves the rule of law, separation of powers, and that is participatory and pluralistic. — Recep Tayyip Erdogan

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes. — Emil Cioran

I was speaking without thinking about it first, not hesitating, just saying what I felt first. — Morgan Matson

This may be said for the last quarter of the twentieth century: the truism that if we want a better world we will have to be better people came to be acknowledge, if not thoroughly understood, by a significantly large minority. — Tom Robbins

The only thing I'd understand right from the very beginning was that our love was supported by loneliness. That neither one of us could haul ourselves up out of the deadly numbness we felt when we lay together, so silent, in darkness so isolating it seemed to shine. This was the edge of night. — Banana Yoshimoto

You should go order a sweet roll. Those are to die for. And a carne adovada burrito."
His mouth thinned. "Should I order something else to drink?"
"Yes! A diet whatever. No! A mocha latte. No!" I held up my hand to put him in pause so I could think. "Yes, a mocha latte."
"Are you finished?" he asked, rising to go place his order. He was really hungry.
"Yes. No! Yes. I'm good with that. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me, and I need all the energy I can get. And I need you to be my wingman."
"This should be interesting," he said, sauntering off like he owned the place.
By the time he got back, his fries had disappeared. It was weird. — Darynda Jones