Fritz Fischer Germany's Aims Quotes & Sayings

know enough of the world now, to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything; but it is matter of some surprise to me, even now, that I can have been so easily thrown away at such an age. A child of excellent abilities, and with strong powers of observation, quick, eager, delicate, and soon hurt bodily or mentally, it seems wonderful to me that nobody should have made any sign in my behalf. But none was made; and I became, at ten years old, a little labouring hind in the service of Murdstone and Grinby. — Charles Dickens

I relate to most of the characters I play, because I do feel like an outsider. — Jon Heder

The reading of a fine book is an uninterrupted dialogue in which the book speaks and our soul replies. — Andre Maurois

Be careful," he says.
"Why?" I'm not thinking about being careful. I'm thinking about one last push, of letting go, of flying, and of falling.
"You aren't allowed to die without me," he whispers. — Jasmine Warga

Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive. — Cassandra Clare

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure. — Dante Alighieri

Never turn your back on reality. It surrounds you. — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

They turned away from one another, pretending to scan the faces of the crowd, and for a moment the two men shared the very same expression: the distant, slightly disappointed aspect of one who is comparing the scene around him, unfavourably, to other scenes, both real and imagined, that have happened, and are happening, elsewhere. — Eleanor Catton

I use Spanish dancing as a way to exercise. I've done that for my whole life. — Sofia Vergara

Chuchundra is a broken-hearted little beast. He whimpers and cheeps all the night, trying to make up his mind to run into the middle of the room. But he never gets there. — Rudyard Kipling

The light is the left hand of darkness — Ursula K. Le Guin