Gut Gegen Nordwind Quotes & Sayings

I love my wife. We've had a few slings and arrows across the room, but I'm not prepared to give in, you know? People say she saved my life, but at the same time, I saved her life, as well, I think. She's a great mother, she's a great wife, she's a great worker, she's a great manager. She's just great. — Ozzy Osbourne

Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory. — Kahlil Gibran

He was a little bit crazy with a side of fucking nuts. And that was a professional opinion. — Lexi Blake

I've read all of Sarah Waters's novels which have been translated into Korean. — Park Chan-wook

What do the contours of your body mean, laid out like the lines on a hand, so that I no longer see them except as fate? — Rainer Maria Rilke

There is no object so large but that at a great distance from the eye it does not appear smaller than a smaller object near. — Leonardo Da Vinci

You are my best present and ultimate purpose of life. — Debasish Mridha

I have a good sense of my body in a bathing suit around people who appreciate what I'm doing, like a contest. Then I'm proud. On television I am proud. But on a beach most people are not experts. The general public doesn't know how to look. How proud can you be when they don't even know what they're looking at? — Arnold Schwarzenegger

Pretend to be dumb, that's the only way to reach old age. — Friedrich Durrenmatt

The war on poverty programs help address the pain of poverty. — Marco Rubio

As the Siamese says: "Pea rattles loud in empty head". — Hunter S. Thompson

It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as though Juliek's soul were the bow. He was playing his life. The whole of his life was gliding on the strings
his last hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again ... When I awoke, in the daylight, I could see Juliek, opposite me, slumped over, dead. Near him lay his violin, smashed, trampled, a strange overwhelming little corpse. — Elie Wiesel