Fjelstad Norway Quotes & Sayings

Without seasons the human body seems to disagree with how it perceives the world, feels as if what's missing is the feeling & wants to attach to anything that will return to itself. — Ross Farrar

To be perfectly honest, I like pressure. It's something I find exciting. And I am the kind of personality that gets very bored very easily. The work I try and involve myself with is ordinarily determined by how much it sort of frightens me. — Taron Egerton

People no longer need to go to church to hear the Word, which has been the selling point for local churches for the past fifty years. Because of this, church is becoming less of a possessor of knowledge (commodity) and more a communal hub. — Justin Wise

The here-and-now mountain
is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness. — Rumi

It was a decision to work clean. I just prefer to work that way. I have no problem with comedians who don't work that way. There was a temptation in the early '70s to reconsider. I decided against it. — Bob Newhart

Keep 'im off it, then," Elvira declared. "Man's gettin' more than his fair share of blowjobs, gonna have his mind on his woman's mouth, not on some motherfucker with a screw loose." A giggle erupted from me because that was the truth. — Kristen Ashley

I am as much what I am because of what I still don't have as I am because of what I have had and what I might still have one day. — Masha Tupitsyn

Why don't you just put the whole world in a bottle, Superman? — Mark Millar

Every poem can be considered in two ways
as what the poet has to say, and as a thing which he makes. — C.S. Lewis

Still, sometimes they leave behind a small memento, like Haida and the boxed set of Years of Pilgrimage. He probably didn't simply forget it, but intentionally left it behind in Tsukuru's apartment. And Tsukuru loved that music, for it connected him to Haida, and to Shiro. It was the vein that connected these three scattered people. A fragile, thin vein, but one that still had living, red blood coursing through it. The power of music made it possible. Whenever he listened to that music, particularly "Le mal du pays," vivid memories of the two of them swept over him. At times it even felt like they were right beside him, quietly breathing. — Haruki Murakami

It is not Atlas who carries the world on his shoulders, but woman; and sometimes she plays with it as with a ball. — Henryk Sienkiewicz