Goettinger Sieben Quotes & Sayings

Shame is something you'll find a lot of - particularly Catholic - girls feel about their bodies, about their sexuality, about their diet, about anything you like. Shame is the way you keep them down. That's the way to crush a girl. — Rachel Cusk

But when he was strong, his heart was lifted up to his destruction: for he transgressed against the LORD his God, — Anonymous

Wouldn't it be good to forget everything even if it's just for tonight? Indulge in pleasure ... breathe a sweet poison deep into your lungs ... — SebastiAn

He once reduced the President of the United States - then a ceremonial post, but one much loved by people who lived within the old borders - to tears of laughter at a state dinner, by delivering a learned dissertation on computer data storage technology in a flawless Texan accent. The lady was later heard to propose an amendment to the Constitution to allow off-worlders to hold high public office, so that she could have him for her running mate in the next election. It — Diane Duane

If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people's pity. — C.J. Duggan

The care of the public health is the first duty of the statesman. — Benjamin Disraeli

I suggested that my patron goddess should take sensual pleasure, though I didn't put it quite in those terms. — Steven Brust

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him.
And I had always loved him, hadn't I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat?
-Lestat — Anne Rice

Mahler wrote it as the third movement of his Fourth Symphony. I mean the fourth movement of his First Symphony. We play it third. The trumpet solo will be played by our solo trumpet player. It's named 'Blumine,' which has something to do with flowers. — Eugene Ormandy

Why, if ever again... you dare to mention a single word... about my mother... I shall send you flying downstairs!" "What's — Anton Chekhov