Limande Vertalen Quotes & Sayings

It had been a long quest. Yet I was within casting distance of my dream. — Fennel Hudson

My Cleveland years were both scientifically and personally most rewarding. My wife Judy was able to rejoin me in our research and my research group grew rapidly. — George Andrew Olah

Subjective conscious mind is an analog of what is called the real world. It is built up with a vocabulary or lexical field whose terms are all metaphors or analogs of behavior in the physical world ... concrete metaphors increase enormously our powers of perception of the world about us and our understanding of it, and literally create new objects. — Julian Jaynes

Forgiveness is not forgetting; it is simply denying your pain the right to control your life. Corallie Buchanan, Watch Out! Godly Women on the Loose — Suzanne Eller

One of the things that I've learned from the Selection so far is that moving forward means joining your life before coming to the palace with the future that lies in front of you. I'm hoping to make another step in joining those two worlds today. — Kiera Cass

We all love to sing along with our favorite songs. We sing in the car, in the shower, and at the karaoke bar. The problem is that half the time we don't know what we're singing. We're making up lyrics as we go along and hoping no one will notice. — Shawn Amos

I'm more socialist certainly than New Labour - I'm very old Labour, really. — Alan Bennett

As every day passes you start to grow and when that day comes you stop growing and you rest in peace x x — Alisha Doug

If a poem is each time new, then it is necessarily an act of discovery, a chance taken, a chance that may lead to fulfillment or disaster. — A.R. Ammons

The ship's surgeon was a spotty unshaven little man whose clothes, arrayed with smudges, drippings, and cigarette burns, were held about him by an extensive network of knotted string, The buttons down the front of those duck trousers had originally been made, with all of false economy's ingenious drear deception, of coated cardboard. After many launderings they persisted as a row of gray stumps posted along the gaping portals of his fly. Though a boutoniere sometimes appeared through some vacancy in his shirt-front, its petals, too, proved to be of paper, and he looked like the kind of man who scrapes foam from the top of a glass of beer with the spine of a dirty pocket comb, and cleans his nails at table with the tines of his salad fork, which things, indeed, he did. He diagnosed Camilla's difficulty as indigestion, and locked himself in his cabin. that was the morning. — William Gaddis