Clabots Outillage Quotes & Sayings

The one thing is fiction in a novel and the other thing is reality. With fiction you don't make a fuss - you can 'beat it' and there's never enough. At least in my opinion - cause there are people, who complain about style intensity in literature: they prefer cereals with milk than abyssinian bitches roasted alive on bringhausers and watered with ya-yoo juice. — Stanislaw Ignacy Witkiewicz

You don't have to be the best ... But, you have to be YOUR best. — Skylar Diggins

He had the distracted chuckle of troubled old people who look within, keeping watch on failing organs. — John Crowley

A free and open Internet is a despot's worst enemy. — Jay Samit

What puzzles most of us are the things which have been left in the movies rather than the things which have been taken out. — Agnes Repplier

But I didn't realize then that the consequence of sin is that you have to trample on other people. — Sigrid Undset

There are no silver bullets ... — Ben Horowitz

The night I sat down to read Dostoievski for the first time was a most important event in my life, even more important than my first love. It was the first deliberate, conscious act which had significance for me; it changed the whole face of the world. Whether it is true that the clock stopped that moment when I looked up after the first deep gulp I don't know any more. But the world stopped dead for a moment, that I know. It was my first glimpse into the soul of a man, or shall I say simply that Dostoievski was the first man to reveal his soul to me?"

Henry Miller — Henry Miller Shreve

I'd rather hire someone who is extremely disciplined and process-oriented, than someone with all of the experience in the world. — Devon McDonald

Blessed Teresa of Calcutta. She said: We must be very proud of our vocation because it gives us the opportunity to serve Christ in the poor. — Pope Francis

Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. — Wallace Stevens

You want me to have feelings?" he said. "I already told you that I love you. What else should I say? That I long to be near you every second of every day? I see colors, only around you ... I smell perfume, only around you. God, it's like ... like I'm alive again. Sometimes I go crazy just wondering if I imagined it all, and I wait to see when it ... you ... will be taken away from me."
"I feel all these things, Abbey," he continued on. "Rage that I can't run my fingers through your hair. Sorrow that I can't lay my face next to yours. Agony that I can't steal the breath from your lips. I can't eat or breathe or sleep for wanting to touch you, and yet I don't eat or breathe or sleep. I'm just here. Stuck in between. — Jessica Verday

I lived in Norway and Texas when I was a kid. — Jackson Rathbone