Konijnenren Quotes & Sayings

I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. — Sara Gruen

The devil's characteristic has been to originate sin and tempt others to sin — Wayne Grudem

Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes, traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies. Ducks and pigs and chickens call, animal carpet wall to wall, American ladies five-foot tall in blue. Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind, had to get away to see what we could find. Hope the days that lie ahead, bring us back to where they've led, listen not to what's been said to you. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express? Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express, they're taking me to Marrakesh. All aboard the train, all aboard the train ... — Graham Nash

Is to the original as the sphere of opinion is to the sphere of knowledge? Most undoubtedly. — Plato

There are other measures of self-respect for a man, than the number of clean shirts he puts on every day. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Without pain and suffering, we would be nothing — Brad Pitt

There are no secrets unless you keep them to yourself, and this was the greatest secret I had ever had to keep in my life so far. — Roald Dahl

In The Dynamics of Creation, Anthony Storr, the British psychiatrist, contends that an individual who "fears love almost as much as he fears hatred" may turn to creative activity not only out of an impulse to experience aesthetic pleasure, or the delight of exercising an active mind, but also to defend himself against anxiety stimulated by conflicting demands for detachment and human contact.21 — Sylvia Nasar

own. That was the reflection that made you creepy all over. It was impossible - it was not good for one either - trying to imagine. He had taken a high seat amongst the devils of the land - I mean literally. You can't understand. How could you? - with solid pavement under your feet, surrounded by kind neighbors ready to cheer you or to fall on you, stepping delicately between the butcher and the policeman, in the holy terror of scandal and gallows and lunatic asylums - how can you imagine what particular region of the first ages a man's untrammeled feet may take him into by the way of solitude - utter solitude without a policeman - by the way of silence, utter silence, — Joseph Conrad