Internetgebruikers Quotes & Sayings

Caviar is to dining what a sable coat is to a girl in evening dress. — Ludwig Bemelmans

Tread lightly, little one." He warned. "You don't want to push me. Not tonight." Her eyes darkened with anger, narrowing as she met his gaze. "Really? And why is that Raj?" ... "I am tired of you thinking you have the right to control me. You are not my boyfriend, and you sure as hell are not my keeper, so from where I stand, you've got no claim on me what so ever. Like the song says, you don't want me for yourself so let me find someone else. It's shit or get off the pot time, Raj. It's now or never, Time to-" She gave a shriek as Raj swung an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair and pulled it aside, freeing the long line of her neck. "Then I choose now," he growled and sank his fangs into the velvet skin of her neck puncturing the fragile walls of her jugular. — D.B. Reynolds

The ideas of right and wrong change with the experience of the race, and this change is wrought by the gradual ascertaining of consequences - of results. — Robert Green Ingersoll

Politics is a thankless occupation; I have no interest in it at all. — Ben Stein

Find what you love. Then fight like hell when people try to take it away from you. — Doug Dorst

Shakespeare feels very natural to me. — Bebe Neuwirth

Indeed, if there is any one "secret" to an enduring great company, it is the ability to manage continuity and change - a discipline that must be consciously practiced, even by the most visionary of companies. — James C. Collins

I came out of the womb waving red lipstick. — Rose McGowan

Let the Word be preached, the truth taught, and error will be uncovered and souls delivered. — Arno C. Gaebelein

Writer or painter god-parents are notoriously unreliable. That is, there is certain before long to be a cooling of friendship. — Gertrude Stein

Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants. — Cassandra Clare