Haarmann Harald Quotes & Sayings

There is a high cost in our doings and sayings:We understand to be understood, we love to be loved, we give to be given, we forgive to be forgiven. We say encouraging words to encouraged, inspiring words to be inspired, uplifting words to be uplifted and comforting words to be comforted.This the principle of sowing and reaping. — Euginia Herlihy

How instant it was, desire. It was like a bomb exploding, fragmenting and igniting all her nerve endings. — Paullina Simons

I'm not sure a candidate ever feels his message is getting out. — Scott McCallum

I hope it does not take the rest of my life until I find what it is I've been looking for. — Billy Joel

The care of a wise and good man for his only son is inferior to the regard of the great Parent of the universe for his creatures. — John Woolman

He picked up the sketchbook, turning it so she could see his work - a gorgeous rendition of a stone bridge they'd passed, surrounded by the drooping boughs of oak trees.

"You could sketch me," said Emma. She flung herself down onto her seat, leaning her head on her hand. "Draw me like one of your french girls, — Cassandra Clare

Paper is like Joyce Carol Oates: white. — Caryl Churchill

Fortune recently took away her mother, but your love will mean that she will only grieve over her mother's loss but not suffer for it. — Seneca.

Furi stood by the bed. He never broke eye contact as he kicked off his shoes, then leisurely removed each article of clothing. Furi was stark naked as he waited for Syn's next order. How the tables have turned. "Get — A.E. Via

Goethe said, "A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart." The same holds true for demons. If you look for evil, you will find it. — Jack Grisham

I'm not trying to be a star on TV. I am who I am, which I hope comes out. I have a little bit of a different sense than most people know, and it takes a while to get used to it. — Cal Ripken Jr.

Hallelujah can barely breathe through the pain of each step. Rachel is panting from the effort of holding Hallelujah up. Still, when they get closer to the clearing, Rachel manages to call out: "Jonah! Help!"
There's a rustling noise up ahead. Twigs snapping. And then Jonah appears. His face is in shadow, but his voice is worried: "What happened?"
"I turned my ankle," Hallelujah says. "I'm okay."
"She's not okay," Rachel gasps. "She can't put weight on it. Can you carry her?"
Jonah doesn't hesitate. He wraps one arm around Hallelujah's waist, and then he scoops up her legs with the other. In a single, fluid motion, she's off the ground. She holds on to his shoulders. For a second, she thinks about how strange this is - to be held like this, to be held by Jonah. — Kathryn Holmes