Geernaert Immo Quotes & Sayings

Football is an honest game. It's true to life. It's a game about sharing. Football is a team game. So is life. — Joe Namath

I grew up in St. Louis, and I just couldn't wait until I turned 18 because I wanted to move to New York. — Bryan Greenberg

It was Stevenson, I think, who most notably that there are some places that simply demand a story should be told of them ...
After all, perhaps Stevenson had only half of the matter. It is true there are places which stir the mind to think that a story must be told about them. But there are also, I believe, places which have their story stored already, and want to tell this to us, through whatever powers they can; through our legends and lore, through our rumors, and our rites. By its whispering fields and its murmuring waters, by the wailing of its winds and the groaning of its stones, by what it chants in darkness and the songs it sings in light, each place must reach out to us, to tell us, tell us what it holds. ("The Axholme Toll") — Mark Valentine

I played as a 17-year-old with Walter Smith, who must have been about 32. So I've known Walter for 21 years. — Richard Gough

I'm convinced that quite a lot of young people, when they get in trouble with the law, it's a cry for help there. Because it's not that they go out to offend. It's that their behaviour is self-parading, it's the big 'I'. And sometimes that means they're really lacking in confidence. — David Blunkett

The conservative revolution that Reagan helped usher in gained traction because Reagan's central insight - that the liberal welfare state had grown complacent and overly bureaucratic, with Democratic policy makers more obsessed with slicing the economic pie than with growing the pie - contained a good deal of truth. — Barack Obama

Foci development was almost entirely dependent on how much protein was consumed, regardless of how much aflatoxin was consumed! — T. Colin Campbell

Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes. — E.B. White