Durex Extra Quotes & Sayings

When universities are forced to recruit more and more from outwith Scotland just to balance the books, it is inevitable that doors are being slammed shut on some of our brightest talent. — Johann Lamont

You should be careful about who you pretend to be, because who you pretend to be - is actually who you are! — Kurt Vonnegut

No one has entered since. We know about the Wombs too, though not where they are. Incarceron is efficient; it was designed to be. It doesn't waste dead matter, but recycles everything. In those cells it grows new inmates. Perhaps animals too. — Catherine Fisher

Bless
their believing happiness will make them happy;
that the ocean is magical, a kingdom
where we go to be human,
and grateful. — Philip Schultz

Providence looks after all the chumps of this world, and personally, I'm all for it. — P.G. Wodehouse

All men know the utility of useful things; but they do not know the utility of futility. — Zhuangzi

You can't take the New York out of the girl. It's like a little country girl coming to the big city. — Randee Heller

As Ludwig von Mises conclusively demonstrated in 1912, money does not and cannot originate by order of the State or by some sort of social contract agreed upon by all citizens; it must always originate in the processes of the free market. — Murray Rothbard

Sometimes life situations are a constant battle to maintain serenity. — Michelle Carithers

Whenever faith seems an entitlement, or a measuring rod, we cast our lots with the Pharisees and grace softly slips away. — Philip Yancey

The advice I continually give to young writers is this, "Learn to paint pictures with words." Not just once upon a time, but ... In the long secret dust of ages, beneath a blue forgotten sky, where trade winds caress the sun bleached shores of unknown realms ... See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it. — Brian Jacques

He would find a chest full of barbed arrows awaited him. — Susan Dennard

A sunset, almost formidable in its splendor, would be lingering in the fully exposed sky. Among its imperceptibly changing amassments, one could pick out brightly stained structural details of celestial organisms, or glowing slits in dark banks, or flat, ethereal beaches that looked like mirages of desert islands. I did not know then (as I know perfectly well now) what to do with such things - how to get rid of them, how to transform them into something that can be turned over to the reader in printed characters to have him cope with the blessed shiver - and this inability enhanced my oppression. — Vladimir Nabokov