Dopff Irion Quotes & Sayings

I recently declined to support a Conservative function because I'm so incensed about these wind turbines. Like all so-called climate-change doubters, I am very pro the environment, but I strongly believe that it is something that can only be cured locally. Some insane overall scheme isn't going to cure all the problems. — Tim Rice

If you believe that no one was ever corrupted by a book, you have also to believe that no one was ever improved by a book. — Irving Kristol

The government that governs from afar absolutely requires that the truth and the facts reach its knowledge by every possible channel, so that it may weigh and estimate them better, and this need increases when a country like the Philippines is concerned, where the inhabitants speak and complain in a language unknown to the authorities. — Jose Rizal

I have been offered the highest paid contracts in the world. I refused them all. It's not my thing. I don't want to cheat people. — Azzedine Alaia

The dews of the evening most carefully shun; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. — Bill Vaughan

Enjoy the peaceful moments, Zhenjin. When the fighting starts, this will be a pleasant memory. — Conn Iggulden

I would like to thank the Cypriot people for their maturity and collectedness shown in their interactions with the Cypriot Banks. — Nicos Anastasiades

What may appear to be the wrong way by other people's standards may indeed be the perfectly inspired path by which you will arrive at clarity of mind and a more authentic expression of yourself. — Linda Cull

The unrequited love of ones' only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn — David Nicholls

A man who never lies must have green blood in his veins, or blue or yellow, but definitely not red! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself. — Lucy Maud Montgomery

Some tortures are physical And some are mental, But the one that is both Is dental. — Ogden Nash

Hand drifting up, resting at the base of my throat. He's holding me protectively, my armor against the brutal outside world, but my mother sees it differently. She lets out a panicked noise as she rushes forward, descending the small porch steps and wavering in the yard. "It's okay," I say. "It's fine, Mom." "Please let her go," she pleads, ignoring me, her focus on Naz. "I'm begging you. Let her go, Vitale. — J.M. Darhower