Etienne Blom Quotes & Sayings

I miss my old life — Richard C. Morais

Meaning is something we experience more than we attain. It's like finding a nice, easy current in a river that carries you through life. — Donald Miller

Titles either come to you at the beginning or they don't come to you at all, I find, and I hate the feeling that I haven't got a title because it usually means that you are left at the end scrambling around trying to find something. — Ronald Frame

I have tried to set forth a theory that enables us to understand and to assess these feelings about the primacy of justice. Justice as fairness is the outcome: it articulates these opinions and supports their general tendency. — John Rawls

I don't think I would have to run a campaign that's financed like General Motors. — John Bolton

They're not hideous," said Tessa.
Will blinked at her. "What?"
"Gideon and Gabriel," said Tessa. "They're really quite good-looking, not hideous at all."
"I spoke," said Will, in sepulchral tones, "of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls."
Tessa snorted. "And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?"
"Mauve," said Will. — Cassandra Clare

I didn't really like modeling; it was fun but I always wanted acting. — Leighton Meester

I feel relieved that we discovered that Iraq did not have nuclear weapons. — Mohamed ElBaradei

Imagine Martin Luther King saying, 'I have a dream ... But I don't know if the others will buy it.' — Benjamin Zander

Words fall short sometimes. — Jeff Bridges

Trying and acheiving are two different things. — Tim Gunn

There is a reasonable concern that posting raw data can be misleading for those who are not trained in its use and who do not have the broader perspective within which to place a particular piece of data that is raw. — Stephen Cambone

The day here is a something without value, a mere torment suffered by living creatures as they await the night. Night is deliverance. — Tayeb Salih

I walked to Mairangi Bay beach, day after day, seeking companionship in the roar of the ocean, and contemplating the shipwreck of my life. There, in that isolated wilderness, amidst the screaming gulls, and consistent rhythm of the tides, I channeled my chaotic thoughts through my pen and released them into poetry, until the quiet desperation passed and I was secure in the knowledge that I had made it through another day. — B.G. Bowers