Grappige Goedemorgen Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been. — J.R. Ward

Look, if I ever stop being grateful for gigs, I just need to stop. Because this business is ... you know, it's just so kind of job-to-job, and the fact that I've continued working ... I'm just incredibly thankful for it. And I never, ever take it for granted. — Tony Hale

They haven't God's word like they thought: God doesn't have any last word. If He did He'd be dead. But He isn't dead; and He changes and grows, like everything else that's alive — John Wyndham

Listen to me. It - it doesn't make very nice reading - " "Yeah, you could say that - " " - but don't forget, Harry, this is Rita Skeeter writing. — J.K. Rowling

I feel simply carried along each hour, doing my part in a plan which is far beyond myself. [ ... ] My part is to live this hour in continuous inner conversation with God and in perfect responsiveness to His will. This seems to be all I need to think about. — Frank Laubach

The thing you gotta get is, a sister's any sister at all, she stands by her sisters side or takes her back no matter how she feels about her sisters man or the shit that goes down between her sister and her man. — Kristen Ashely

Why did he have to choose tonight to turn into the perfect husband? — Sophie Kinsella

People will begin to explore all the sidestreets of sexual experience, but they will do it intellectually ... Sex won't take place in the bed, necessarily
it'll take place in the head! — J.G. Ballard

Just speed, raw speed, blinding speed, too much speed. — Ty Cobb

I left home and tried to live the life of a hermit, but I was still fighting myself. I went to England and worked as a chainman on the road. It was better therapy than the shrinks. Building a two-mile road gave me internal peace. — Brian Strang

He's a sculpture. Painstakingly chiseled into perfection over the course of years, until arias could be written about his eyebrows, his cheekbones, the freaking shape of his nostrils. And me? Well, I'm probably a finger-painting. Done by a three-year-old. Without supervision. — Julie Johnson

But fate-that fickle bitch-made a liar out of me. Again. — Jaye Wells

Because love isn't something that needs to be said out loud!" Her face flushes with passion. "It's something you just know. It's an unspoken thing. It's humble and quiet and constant ... " She goes back to slaughtering the mushrooms, but lowers her tone a bit. "I mean, you can't just say you love someone and make it true. That's not how it works. Real love doesn't need to be declared or confessed. Real love just ... is. You know? — Chelsea Fine

The minute that you start thinking about someone in the whole circumstance of his life to the extent that you can, he becomes mysterious, immediately. — Marilynne Robinson