Ijsbrand Chardons Age Quotes & Sayings

Don't seek the truth. Just cease to cherish opinions. — Eckhart Tolle

If you lie to yourself you will lie to God too. — Tyler Perry

So it has been, again and again throughout my life, as I form connections with people and then lose them to distance and time. I mourn those losses, even when I know my erstwhile friends are safe and happy among their own kin. — Marie Brennan

I have enjoyed the years enormously in Cleveland and especially in Baltimore. — Art Modell

I was a WASP kid going to a high school that was 99 percent Jewish and I wanted attention and I wanted to make a spectacle of myself because I couldn't stand to be ignored. — James Ellroy

And so the greatest of American triumphs ... became a peculiarly joyless victory. We had won the Cold War, but there would be no parades. — Robert M. Gates

Our eyes adjusted; we gazed at what was in the room. And then I felt the floor pitch under me, as if we were suddenly at sea. George cleared his throat. I put out my hand to clench his arm.
Lockwood stood slightly behind us, waiting.
"Your parents?" I was the first to find my voice.
"Close," Anthony Lockwood said. "My sister. — Jonathan Stroud

Last year people won more than one billion dollars playing poker. And casinos made twenty-seven billion just by being around those people. — Samantha Bee

Since changing interfaces breaks clients you should consider them as immutable once you've published them. — Erich Gamma

When you're too close to people, when you spend too much time with them and love them too dearly, sometimes you can't see them — Tana French

Ultimately, the problem is that sex is perceived as a personal, intimate thing, not in the realm of science. But that's not true. It's physiology; it's anatomy. It deserves to be studied. — Mary Roach

In our dreams we are able to fly ... and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be. — Madeleine L'Engle

He dragged his lips up the soft skin of her neck and gently nipped her ear lobe, sipping on the soft flesh. Her hands splayed against his chest.
Expecting a shove, his senses careened when her fingers fisted his surcoat. Their ragged breath overloud in the forest, he eased his face away, nose rubbing against her jaw on his retreat, and sought her eyes. Hers darkened and - Lord help him - held no censure, only interest.
He stepped back. — Angela Quarles

The most interesting letters I received about 'The Name of the Rose' were from people in the Midwest that maybe didn't understand exactly, but wanted to understand more and who were excited by this picture of a world which was not their own. — Umberto Eco