Fendiller Quotes & Sayings

This wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be beautiful. What the fuck? — Matthew Quick

The true direction of the development of thinking is not from the individual to the social, but from the social to the individual. — Lev S. Vygotsky

We write in response to what we read and learn; and in the end we write out of our deepest selves. — Andrea Barrett

Those who have racked their brains to discover new proofs have perhaps been induced to do so by a compulsion they could not quite explain to themselves. Instead of giving us their new proofs they should have explained to us the motivation that constrained them to search for them. — Georg C. Lichtenberg

The background - your own history - is way more important than what you can achieve as a professional. — Javier Bardem

You have to really prove yourself to young people, and if your answer is clear and consistent and loving - even if it's angry and disappointed - what's important is that you're being real and honest and not going anywhere. — Vanessa Diffenbaugh

It's very hard to remain a student in life. — Carol Kane

It is impossible for good or evil to last forever; and hence it follows that the evil having lasted so long, the good must be now nigh at hand. — Miguel De Cervantes

You have nothing that the humblest worker has not a right to have also. — Rose Schneiderman

I was the only kid out of six of us to go to college, primarily because my parents could not afford it. — Terry J. Lundgren

To be bewitched is not to be saved, though all the magicians and aesthetes in the world should pronounce it to be so. — George Santayana

Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope;
Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey;
Because the first is crazed beyond all hope,
The second drunk, the third so quaint and mouthy. — George Gordon Byron

How far can your imagination take you? I don't know. That's up to you, but I think you should find out. — Destiny Booze

Well, thought Harry, as he crossed Magnolia Crescent, turned into Magnolia Road and headed towards the darkening play park, he had (by and large) done as Sirius advised. He had at least resisted the temptation to tie his trunk to his broomstick and set off for The Burrow by himself. In fact, Harry thought his behaviour had been very good considering how frustrated and angry he felt at being stuck in Privet Drive so long, reduced to hiding in flowerbeds in the hope of hearing something that might point to what Lord Voldemort was doing. Nevertheless, it was quite galling to be told not to be rash by a man who had served twelve years in the wizard prison, Azkaban, escaped, attempted to commit the murder he had been convicted for in the first place, then gone on the run with a stolen Hippogriff. Harry — J.K. Rowling