Hollweg Bethmann Quotes & Sayings

It happens very rarely, but when it happens it's worth waiting for, that the instrument becomes part of your body. — Jack Brymer

The art of writing is the manipulation of words to ease the mind and free the imagination — Danielle M. Maistry

The schools must fashion the person, and fashion him in such a way that he simply cannot will otherwise than what you wish him to will. — Johann Gottlieb Fichte

You live in the image you have of the world. Every one of us lives in a different world, with different space and different time. — Alejandro Jodorowsky

I find music distracting - it takes me out of my head. What I love so much about skiing is the peacefulness. — Julia Mancuso

The dream world is the last wilderness, vast and unknowable. — J.J. Brown

When I was younger I felt lonely. In terms of my thought processes. I had the constant feeling that I thought differently to everyone around me. So, I suppose I felt lonely for a home. I didn't know where I wanted to be, but I knew I wasn't there yet. — Lana Del Rey

Life is a stew, and pot is poop.If someone stirred even a teeny-bit of poop in the stew, would you really want to eat it? — Maria Semple

The two are now bound inextricably. Should one die, the other will follow. No wepon in this world can wound only one of them — Cassandra Clare

Wants change but Needs are consistent. — Stephan Labossiere

9Let us not become weary in doing good,o for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.p 10Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do goodq to all people, especially to those who belong to the familyr of believers. — Anonymous

The man who says that he does not deserve his wife is probably right, but not for the reasons he thinks. — Lawrence Fagg

The science [of global warming] is beyond dispute ... Delay is no longer an option. Denial is no longer an acceptable response — Barack Obama

Reality is frequently inaccurate. — Douglas Adams

Rhythm is a perception of time ... when drawing, the tiredness of the hand is a rhythm. — Pablo Picasso