Irgendwann Beatrice Quotes & Sayings

My husband loves me, this is great delight. — Lailah Gifty Akita

You don't have to be good all the times. It's okay to be hurt sometimes. It's okay to feel lost like you're wandering around in the dark. It's the bad days that make the good ones so much better. — Brittainy C. Cherry

I think sometimes we give people a lot of credit just because they're writing nice sentences even if it isn't adding up to much. — James Patterson

Did you ever want something really bad and then when you finally got it all you could do was stand there and grin at it? — Pete Seeger

It is doubtless impossible to approach any human problems with a mind free from bias. — Simone De Beauvoir

I'm just the kind of person who seems designed, probably by nature, to try to make a difference. — John Shirley

Madness comes from God, whereas sober sense is merely human. — Plato

Pictures make a lot of money doesn't determine whether the experience was ... — Andy Garcia

Getting to a place of comfort can be uncomfortable. — Marcus Samuelsson

Mama had her little cough. Once or twice, some quiet sobbing, out of sight ... Or the slamming of kitchen cupboard doors. That was her language. — David Small

My mother by then had already begun her own decline, her own transformation, hardening into a bitter rind of a woman who pushed through the stations of her day as though each moment were unpleasant duty; as though the currencies of joy had become so inflated they could no longer purchase anything of worth. — James Sallis

I know more than anyone the divergent views about my father. I want to be judged on my own merits. — Park Geun-hye

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male. — Sylvia Day

He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him with an unyielding strength. She'd been unmistakably seized. — Elizabeth SaFleur

Franklin, I was absolutely terrified of having a child. Before I got pregnant, my visions of child rearing- reading stories about cabooses with smiley faces at bedtime, feeding glop into slack mouths- all seemed like pictures of someone else. I dreaded confrontation with what could prove a closed, stony nature, my own selfishness and lack of generosity, the thick tarry powers of my own resentment. However intrigued by a "turn of the page," I was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in someone else's story. And I believe that this terror is precisely what must have snagged me, the way a ledge will tempt one to jump off. The very surmountability of the task, its very unattractiveness , was in the end what attracted me to it. (32) — Lionel Shriver