Indridason Erlendur Quotes & Sayings

Erlendur didn't believe in premonitions, visions or dreams, nor reincarnation or karma, he didn't believe in God although he'd often
read the Bible, nor in eternal life or that his conduct in this world would affect whether he went to heaven or hell. He felt that life itself offered a
mixture of the two. — Arnaldur Indridason

I just think people are so used to seeing me on shows like 'Vampire Diaries' and 'Pretty Little Liars,' which are more geared toward teens. But in reality, I could have a 12-year-old kid. — Torrey DeVitto

A crow starves sitting," she said eventually. "But finds flying," Erlendur completed the proverb. — Arnaldur Indridason

In the very beginning we were a real tight family but now it's different. You know, toward the end, we had separate limos, stuff like that. It's hard to get six giant egos in the same place. — Bill Kreutzmann

See the Divine in everyone. Eschew hatred and ill will. After years of devotion, many still lack a broad outlook and an all-encompassing love. — Sathya Sai Baba

Women," Erlendur said as he stood up. "They're difficult to quality control. — Arnaldur Indridason

In life we must be willing to take risks, for that is the only way progress is attained. — Ndiritu Wahome

The proletarian woman fights hand in hand with the man of her class against capitalist society. — Clara Zetkin

It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill. — Pierre Corneille

I feel very strongly that history is about everything. It isn't just about politics or the military or social issues. If art, music, engineering, science, medicine, finance, the world of architecture and technology - if those are left out, then you're not getting a full sense of the human condition. History is human and we human beings are involved in all kinds of things and that's part of our humanity. — David McCullough

Fly blindly, trust is full of magic. Let your wild voice guide the way. — Vironika Tugaleva

He went into the kitchen. It was eight in the evening. He tried to shut the bright spring evening out with the curtains, but it forced its way past them in places, dust-filled sunbeams that lit up the gloom in his flat. Spring and summer were not Erlendur's seasons. Too bright. Too frivolous. He wanted heavy, dark winters. Finding nothing edible in the kitchen, he sat down at the table with his chin resting in his hand. — Arnaldur Indridason