Eventyret Kryssord Quotes & Sayings

To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky — R.S. Thomas

Civilization and profit go hand in hand. — Calvin Coolidge

Sacred scripture is like a mirror in which we see God, although each in a different way. — Emanuel Swedenborg

People even said I was a racist because I shot black bank robbers at the beginning of Dirty Harry. So, first I'm labeled right-wing. Then I'm a racist. Now it's macho or male chauvinism. It's a whole number nowadays to make people feel guilty on different levels. It doesn't bother me because I know where the fuck I am on the planet and I don't give a shit. — Clint Eastwood

We do believe in setting goals. We live by goals. In athletics we always have a goal. When we go to school, we have the goal of graduation and degrees. Our total existence is goal-oriented. We must have goals to make progress, encouraged by keeping records ... as the swimmer or the jumper or the runner does ... Progress is easier when it is timed, checked, and measured ... Goals are good. Laboring with a distant aim sets the mind in a higher key and puts us at our best. Goals should always be made to a point that will make us reach and strain. — Spencer W. Kimball

There was nothing, which would have been unfortunate, unless nothing was a clue. Was nothing a clue? — Jonathan Safran Foer

You better not be dead. This team is already overflowing with ankle spankers. I was looking forward to having more women around."
Yara's eyelids fluttered open. She blinked a few times, focused on him, and frowned.
"Ankle spanker? The only thing you've got that'll reach that far is your ego. — Lindsay Buroker

There was nothing predictable in this life, and very little that was fair. — Sara Donati

Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken out for burial — George Orwell

Downtown, a dress for Meg- I do it every time I kill a man. — James Ellroy

He smelled like carpeting, Scotch tape, and steak sauce. — Patton Oswalt

I read about writers who have routines. They write at certain times of the day. I can't do that. I am always writing-but in my head. — Jamaica Kincaid

The cat is the only animal without visible means of support who still manages to find a living in the city. — Carl Van Vechten

Felicia had never seen such beads before, neither of glass nor of metal, not of jade either, she thought; of stone or baked clay, rather, opaque, in mysteriously tender and quenched colors: orange ocher, golden brown, some touched with black; so subdued of hue - melancholy almost, as if there was something of autumn in that little box woven from leaves, something of passing and dying. — Maria Dermout