Ihrem German Quotes & Sayings

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense. — Siri Hustvedt

What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know ... . But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead - yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all. — Katherine Mansfield

The secret is Christ in me, not me in a different set of circumstances. — Elisabeth Elliot

Money talks, I record. — Toba Beta

Don't cry my son
Don't cry, because life is a redeemed fight
Life is a fight that will demean the weak person
And will always exalt the strong ones — Goncalves Dias

Life is too short, Harry. And there's nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it's gone. — Jim Butcher

To reduce stress, avoid excitement. Spend more time with your spouse. — Robert Orben

Weirdly enough, the more we give away, the richer we become. — Craig Groeschel

The good news is that, according to the Obama administration, the rich will pay for everything. The bad news is that, according to the Obama administration, you're rich. — P. J. O'Rourke

My final word, before I'm done, Is "Cancer can be rather fun"- Provided one confronts the tumour with a sufficient sense of humour. I know that cancer often kills, But so do cars and sleeping pills; And it can hurt till one sweats, So can bad teeth and unpaid debts. A spot of laughter, I am sure, Often accelerates one's cure; So let us patients do our bit To help the surgeons make us fit. — John B. S. Haldane

It was the era of photography. This may have influenced us, and played a part in our reaction against anything resembling a snapshot of life. (On the year 1905) — Andre Derain

There is a literature that does not reach the voracious mass. It is the work of creators, issued from a real necessity in the author, produced for himself. It expresses the knowledge of a supreme egoism, in which laws wither away. Every page must explode, either by profound heavy seriousness, the whirlwind, poetic frenzy, the new, the eternal, the crushing joke, enthusiasm for principles, or by the way in which it is printed. On the one hand a tottering world in flight, betrothed to the glockenspiel of hell, on the other hand: new men. Rough, bouncing, riding on hiccups. Behind them a crippled world and literary quacks with a mania for improvement. — Tristan Tzara