Metaboliseren Quotes & Sayings

But you men ... you're all alike. Alive, dead, undead - all perverts! I had a drunken pervert in my pants! Do you know how unsanitary that is? — Jeaniene Frost

What do we call visible light? We call it color. But the electromagnetic spectrum runs to zero in one direction and infinity in the other, so really, children, mathematically, all of light is invisible. — Anthony Doerr

I took a small flat for myself and the children ... My husband took a room in a clean rooming house within easy walking distance of his office ... It is wonderful sometimes to be alone in the night and just know that someone loves you. In other moods you must have that lover in your arms. Marriage under two roofs makes room for moods. — Crystal Eastman

Every day is a good day to be alive, whether the sun's shining or not. — Marty Robbins

I like manning the trolley and cooking the bake goods. And I like walking into town before the sun rises because I get to see sunset as it moves over the lake at the edge of town. Just then, all alone, it's me and my lovely-smelling biscuits and cookies and God in the quiet as He paints brilliant swirls of color across the sky. It's as if all that's beautiful and peaceful and good is filling up my world, and all the ugliness is set aside for a while. — Eden Butler

A man's destiny is not in the eyes of others. It's in his own. And that, my young friend, is as good as any bank note. — Jonathan Evison

I like - not so much jewelry and that - but jackets, clothes, games as well. — Jamie Waylett

Close friends consider me a literary snob. — Rabih Alameddine

Have you read Belondweg?"
"I coudn't call myself much of a scholar if I hadn't," he said.
He was adorable and he made me smile, but I couldn't let him see. — Rachel Hartman

I love to continue acting. It's my passion. — Britt Robertson

You would do well to know, Marcus, that irritating a better swordsman than yourself is a good way to end up dead. — Raymond E. Feist

Why do most people write poems about nature? For the same reason that every community center is propped up with industrious, self painted landscapes: you have no need of any imagination to simply describe what is around you, and the amateur naturally thinks an idyllic picture is best, not the dirty city around him. What makes van de Waarsenburg special is that he crams a hundred idyllic scenes into a single poem, as if he does not trust a single boathouse would be poetic enough for the reader. — Martijn Benders