Duijvestein Sport Quotes & Sayings

I wanted Dexter to have a family that could love him and understand him. — Jeff Lindsay

I look at 'The New York Review of Books.' It's what it has been for 35 or 40 years, which is a highly sophisticated vehicle for anti-American self-hatred. — John Podhoretz

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder. — Emily Dickinson

Courage, dear heart. — C.S. Lewis

...[B]y observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether... [like] when [people] watch and study an eclipse of the sun; they really do sometimes injure their eyes, unless they study its reflection in water or some other medium. — Socrates

There was something appealing in thinking of a character with a secret life that her author knew nothing about. Slipping off while the author's back was turned, to find love in her own way. Showing up just in time to deliver the next bit of dialogue with an innocent face. — Karen Joy Fowler

It feels strange to be home, as if I am now just a visitor to the land that I love, no longer really a part of it. I understand for the first time that our sense of belonging is all about participation. We belong because we are part of the work of this place. — James Rebanks

Don't call me darling. I'm a driving instructor! — Hilary McKay

Feed the beast, ladies, and it'll come to you every time it's hungry. Make your man feel like he's the biggest, baddest motherfucker on earth, inside and outside of the bedroom, and he'll adore you — S.L. Jennings

Around 5th and 6th grade I thought Dean Martin was the coolest guy in the world; he was a great singer, had his own television show and acted in movies. — Peter Gallagher

The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence. — Jean-Paul Sartre