Knudsen Buttermilk Quotes & Sayings

People are where they are because that is exactly where they really want to be - whether they will admit that or not. — Jeff Wheeler

Anger is remembered pain, fear is anticipated pain, guilt is self directed pain, depression is depletion of energy. Cure-return to love& joy — Deepak Chopra

The most exciting thing happening in business is the rise of vigilante consumers. — Anita Roddick

The best part of re-working a story is falling in love with the characters all over again. — M.E. Tudor

Thank you industrialization. Thank you steel mill. Thank you power station. And thank you chemical processing industry that gave us time to read books. — Hans Rosling

When I was very young I was reading a lot of Latin American fiction, which later would be called "boom fiction." — Sandra Cisneros

Adolf Hitler and his Brownshirts had surged to power. Now they held Germany by the throat. The Gestapo was rapidly creating a cruel and brutal police state that treated all but true Aryans like dogs and swine. That was certainly true for Jews like the Weisz family. In just the last few years, they and all of the Jewish families in Germany had been stripped of their citizenship and denied many of their most basic rights. Jacob's father, an esteemed professor of German history, had been summarily fired from his prestigious post at Frederick William University in Berlin. The Weisz family had been forced out of their beautiful, spacious home in the suburbs of the capital. They'd had a big red J stamped on their official papers and had been denied permission to leave the country. So they had left Berlin and made a new home in Siegen. — Joel C. Rosenberg

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy. — Graham Greene

Anyone who does anything useful will not go unpaid. — Henry Ford

Every moment of every day, she had fought to keep his face out of her mind, and his voice out of her head, had fought not to hear him say, Just relax, luv. It's all right. — Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

Tread not into the fearsome night
But pull the covers high,
Step not into the wild dark wood
For the Hobbers are dancing nigh — Robin Jarvis