Liefde Doet Pijn Quotes & Sayings

History is the mighty tower of experience, which time has built amidst the endless fields of bygone ages. - Forward — Hendrik Willem Van Loon

If you lined up 10 writers and asked them to write a movie about Steve Jobs, you'd get 10 very different movies. — Aaron Sorkin

All Scripture is equally inspired, but not all Scripture is equally applicable or relevant to every stage of life. — Andy Stanley

There was little point in mourning a thing you'd never had, and so she didn't mourn, most days. — Cecilia Grant

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention. — Laura Ingalls Wilder

But as we've said before, there is great power in all of us, if only we channel that power into action. — Thomas Wheeler

The trouble with me is that I'm an outsider. And that's a very hard thing to be in American life. — Jackie Kennedy

Availability is a consistent factor in how most people choose to attempt suicide, said Ms. Barber, regardless of age. People trying to die by suicide tend to choose not the most effective method, but the one most at hand. — Anonymous

The abuse does not define you or have the last word on your identity. Yes, it is part of your story, but not the end of your story. — Lindsey A. Holcomb

What is called genius is the abundance of life and health. — Henry David Thoreau

Dalton gaped at something in the stream.
"Did you see that trout? Where's my fishing pole when I need it?" He was leaning so far over she feared he might fall in headfirst. She grasped his arm and pulled him back.
"You made that up," she laughed. "You didn't see a fish. Trout don't swim at night."
"What makes you think that? They don't have a little house to go home to when the sun goes down, with a small woodstove and comfortable bed. — Caroline Fyffe

You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And you know that there is no past, no future, there is only this blackness, changing faintly, slowly, but always the same. — Jean Rhys