Haugelandssenteret Quotes & Sayings

I think that when we start thought-policing people and idea-policing people, then that's crossing a line. And I think, you know, everybody's so afraid of this imaginary line of thought police that they forget their own personal safety. — Ashton Kutcher

I don't like to leave my children for long periods of time. It's made me more picky about roles that are close, especially on television. — Brooke Shields

Memory, faith, and the natural world as both witness to the cycle of human life and healer to a questioning heart are at the core of this lovely and lyrical collection of poems. The weather changes, people come and go from cities and towns, babies are born, grow up and depart from their parents' arms, but still, the countryside and its rituals sustain the people and creatures who know how to read the signs of the seasons. In these pages, Laura Grace Weldon shares those signs with us; her poems are the fruit of a wonderful harvest. — Eleanor Lerman

If the Scottish people decide to opt for independence, it would not be a good idea for Scotland to maintain a very rigid link to the pound. — Mohamed El-Erian

Questions of personal priority, however interesting they may be to the persons concerned, sink into insignificance in the prospect of any gain of deeper insight into the secrets of nature. — William Thomson, 1st Baron Kelvin

If Obama commits thermonuclear war, I won't have to worry about November and neither will you. — Kesha Rogers

This is why Peter explained that the purpose of sanctification is so that a believer is ready to evangelize at a moment's notice. He writes, "But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear" (1 Pet. 3:15). — John F. MacArthur Jr.

Kestrel saw a certain curiosity in the way they lingered. A waiting, a wondering.
"Deliah, what is it?"
"You haven't heard?"
"Heard what?"
Deliah fussed with the hem. "The Herrani representative has arrived."
"What?"
"He arrived this morning on horseback. He came through the pass in the nick of time."
"Take this dress off."
"But I'm not finished, my lady."
"Off."
"Just a few more--"
Kestrel tugged the fabric from her shoulders. She ignored Deliah's small cry, the pricks of pins, the thin chime of them scattering onto the stone floor. Kestrel stepped out of the dress, pulled on her day clothes, and rushed out the door. — Marie Rutkoski