Huizenga School Quotes & Sayings

An aurora borealis rises over festive orchards; the branches of the trees immediately begin to bud, to blossom, to bend under the weight of their fruit. The child runs through the wild grass, heading for the Wall. It collapses like a big cardboard box, broadening the horizon and exorcising the fields, which extend over the plains as far as the eye can see ... Run ... And the child runs, laughing all the while, his arms spread out like a bird's wings. — Yasmina Khadra

It was so inspiring for me to watch tennis growing up. I thought I was really good playing, until my brother told me I wasn't! — Christine Taylor

There are 10,000 books in my library, and it will keep growing until I die. This has exasperated my daughters, amused my friends and baffled my accountant. If I had not picked up this habit in the library long ago, I would have more money in the bank today; I would not be richer. — Pete Hamill

Life as a commodity, people as possessions. Enslavement had been part of the culture of those parts for thousands of years. The — Neil Gaiman

A rusty bolt is the most difficult to withdraw; but once removed, though replaced, it will never hold securely. — Edward John Trelawny

Globalization means using slaves to manufacture products that are then sold to the unemployed! — Marine Le Pen

Nothing is more important to us when we're young than how our parents feel about us. Uncertainty about that, or terror about being abandoned, can leave its mark even after we're grown. — Alfie Kohn

As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of life, and, though inwardly wincing, can calmly pursue his way to the restful grave, while his old, harsh voice is softly cadenced into sweetest melody, like the faint notes of an angel's whispered song. As patience deepens, charity and sympathy increase. — George Horace Lorimer

One thought fills immensity. — William Blake

I had no student friends to talk to about literature. My tutor was a really nice man, very charming - but he had no literary judgment. — V.S. Naipaul

Obviously, she thought, angling her head up to the second story, where filthy windows clouded with dust and decay seemed to transform into yawning faces with soulless eyes. — Jessica Lemmon