Erwachsener Lebt Quotes & Sayings

I was for two years a pupil at the Model School in Fort street which was then conducted upon the Irish national system, and if any special religious instruction was given in connection with that system, I do not recollect it. — Edmund Barton

There's always tomorrow, until there's not. — Oliver

I'm trying to figure out precisely which character flaw might be responsible for my latest life failure. — Koren Zailckas

Life would be no better than candlelight tinsel and daylight rubbish if our spirits were not touched by what has been. — George Eliot

If they had given in to passion, throwing caution to the wind,they would have lost everything. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

When you take the individual out of the equation, then you're making programming based on some marketer's idea of what will sell, and not based on the idea of what an individual would like. — John Seabrook

As any jazz musician knows, it takes flexibility and adaptability for improvisation to create beauty. — Doc Childre

Be certain that Yasser Arafat's final days are numbered, but allow us to finish him off our way, not yours. And be sure as well that ... the promises I made in front of President Bush, I will give my life to keep. — Mohammed Dahlan

what goes on in that woman's head but she says she isn't psychic, that this has never happened to her before. I don't know what to believe, Jane, but I do think she is a seriously weird woman. You heard her screams at the station, didn't you?' Jane nodded. 'Well, Tom and I stayed the night at her place last night and it was exactly the same. She shrieks in her sleep. Whatever she is dreaming about, it's not pretty. She says she has them every night until Picasso kills the girl. Well, — Valerie Keogh

In the early days of her pupilage with Maurice, he had told Maisie of his teachers, the wise men who spoke of the veil that was lifted in the early hours, of the all-seeing eye that was open before the day was awake. The hours before dawn were the sacred time, before the intellect rose from slumber. At this time one's inner voice could be heard. — Jacqueline Winspear

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit. He — Joe Abercrombie