Jolijn Snijders Quotes & Sayings

Your eyes remained haunted. Seeing something in the world that your mirth can not dissolve." I — Tillie Cole

You cannot bargain with me. My heart is the clock. Find medicine before it ticks dry, and buy your friend's life. Fail and his corpse is all you will find here. — Paolo Bacigalupi

Even a man accused of the worst act of terrorism ever committed in this country - especially such a man - is entitled to the best possible defense. This concept is a cornerstone of our justice system. — Stephen Jones

There is much evidence indicating that the Capitalistic and Communist conspiracies BOTH are directed by a single master conspiracy which may have continuity with the Order of the Illuminati which was founded 200 years ago ... — G. Edward Griffin

If there's no Scripture in the worship set, then it's not really a worship set. — Matt Papa

When it comes to men who are romantically interested in you, it's really simple. Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do. — Randy Pausch

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been a minute since my last confession. — Frank McCourt

All I do is give interviews and spend time being photographed. — Doris Lessing

We are made out of stars, you and I. — Gregory David Roberts

May all beings be well. May all beings be happy. May all beings be free from suffering. May all beings be liberated through the unwavering knowlege of who they truly are. — Arjuna Ardagh

Most of the time death just comes whether you've said good-bye or not. — Veronica Roth

I opened the door of my mother's stand-alone wardrobe and let the smell of her wash over me. I loved having this one unspoiled part of her left just for me. I leaned forward, slipped my face in between the hanging silks and chiffons. Her scent was warm and possessive. If my idea of home had a smell, this would be it.
Home. Mother. Oh God, please. My face crumpled, and my knees gave out. I pitched forward into her hanging clothes, grabbing at her blouses and dresses, smelling of gardenias and dusk. I fell to the closet floor, pulling some with me. I toppled amongst her shoes; stinging eyes squeezed shut, mouth frozen open in a silent "O." They were out there somewhere, their lifeless bodies, still and cold, and they would never be coming home again. I curled my legs inside the wardrobe and pulled the door closed, shutting myself away with her memory. — Kirby Howell

Our moneyed men have ruled us for the past thirty years. Under the flag of the slaveholder they hoped to destroy our liberty. — Denis Kearney

Artists reproduce themselves or each other, with wearisome iteration. But criticism is always moving on, and the critic is always developing. — Oscar Wilde

The concept of randomness and coincidence will be obsolete when people can finally define a formulation of patterned interaction between all things within the universe. — Toba Beta