Kinderliedje Quotes & Sayings

Jen rolled her eyes and let out a huff of air. "You got the knocking part right, fluffy, but you forgot the part where you are asked to come in. You don't just knock and then walk-in." Jen turned to Sally, shaking her head. "You should think they at least have some sort of puppy training class or something."
"If you aren't careful, he's going to be picking Jen-kibble out of his teeth after his next meal," Sally whispered under her breath as Decebel continued to stare Jen down.
Jen's gaze never wavered as she responded to Sally, "And what makes you think I object to being dinner? — Quinn Loftis

Bright as does the morning star appear,
Out of the east with flaming locks bedight,
To tell the dawning day is drawing near. — Edmund Spenser

Music is a communication. It's a two-way street. You need people to play to in order to make that connection complete. That's the way we look at it. — John Petrucci

Hey, I was cool with alien, this isn't much different. — Melissa Pearl

Everything we think we know about the world is a model. Our models do have a strong congruence with the world. Our models fall far short of representing the real world fully. — Donella H. Meadows

New York, the nation's thyroid gland. — Christopher Morley

She swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood up, yanking the shrinking top
of the bathing suit up to a more demure level.
"That's a shame," Peter Jensen's cool voice emerged from the shadows. "I was
hoping gravity would win. — Anne Stuart

Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else — Rod Stewart

Their pull was undeniable, like fireworks on top of flaming bonfires. — Elena Kincaid

Anna mews next to me like a baby kitten and snuggles closer, her knee rubbing my thigh. And, oh, bugger me ... her hand lands on my lower stomach. Just a few inches south, and I would be a happy man. — Wendy Higgins

I think the simpler it is when you have a crazy character to play is almost more creepy and interesting. — Emilie De Ravin

As he glided stealthily along, creeping beneath the shelter of the walls and doorways, the hideous old man seemed like some loathsome reptile, engendered in the slime and darkness through which he moved: crawling forth, by night, in search of some rich offal for a meal. — Charles Dickens

Man, it seems to me, is not in history: he is history. — Octavio Paz