Koldinghus Quotes & Sayings

I've always shrunk from usurping the functions of Providence, and when I have to exercise them I decidedly prefer that it shouldn't be on an errand of destruction. — Edith Wharton

Twitter is a lot like crystal meth, because it's really fun to do and Oprah's on it. — Bo Burnham

Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was. — Don Henley

It's possible, anything is possible. — Sophie J McNeill

All the wickedness in the world begins with an act of forgetting. — Mark Buchanan

But I can't take responsibility for criminal conduct of somebody inside the company. — Kenneth Lay

If you are working with a therapist counselor social worker grief expert minister priest or anyone else who is trying to help you navigate the wilderness of grief and they start talking about the groundbreaking observations of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross suggesting there is an orderly predictable unfolding of grief please please please. Do yourself a favor. Leave. People who are dying often experience five stages of grief: denial anger bargaining depression and acceptance. They are grieving their impending death. This is what Elizabeth Kubler Ross observed. People who are learning to live with the death of a beloved have a different process. It isn't the same. It isn't orderly. It isn't predictable. Grief is wild and messy and unpredictable — Tom Zuba

I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT! — Jim Butcher

World is suddener than we fancy it. — Louis MacNeice

On the Old Course at St. Andrews: This is the origin of the game, golf in its purest form, and it's still played that way on a course seemingly untouched by time. Every time I play here, it reminds me that this is still a game. — Arnold Palmer

Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death. — Francis Picabia