Nachdenkliches Quotes & Sayings

Men were ridiculous, in all cultures and across time. — Magnus Flyte

What's Wal*Mart? Is that were they sell wall stuff? — Paris Hilton

In the toils of orgasm - she said, she said - she'd be whelmed in a warm green sea through which, dulled by the murk of it, pass a series of small suns like the footlights of a revolving stage, an electric carousel wheeling in a green ether. Envy's color is the color of her pleasuring, and what is the color of grief? Is it black as they say? And anger always red? The color of that sad shade of ennui called blue is blue but blue unlike the sky or sea, a bitter blue, rue-tinged, discolored at the edges. The color of a blind man's noon is white, and is his nighttime too? And does he feel it with his skin like a fish? Does he have blues, are they bridal and serene, or yellows, sunlike or urinous, does he remember? Neural colors like the fleeting tones of dreams. The color of this life is water. — Cormac McCarthy

There are fears that Britain could be facing a double-dip recession, or worse still, a double-dip with misery sprinkles and fuck-where's-my-job-sauce. — Frankie Boyle

I genuinely find it difficult to think of places that I'd never want to see again. It might be because part of my career has been concerned with writing about topography. — Jonathan Meades

You look like a corgi — Stephanie Perkins

Like pregnant women lose their teeth feeding the stranger, junkies lose their yellow fangs feeding the monkey. — William S. Burroughs

I'm never gonna play again, and I know I'm really, really going to miss it. — Steve Yzerman

If a woman is wearing the burqa, it's not her wish. It's more that she feels secure from the Taliban, secure from acid if she were to show her face. — Malina Suliman

I think that dormant readers might become engaged readers if someone showed them that reading was engaging. — Donalyn Miller

Seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes - some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world - some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint. — Jerome K. Jerome

Did I know myself less, I might perhaps venture to handle something or other to the bottom, and to be deceived in my own inability; but sprinkling here one word and there another, patterns cut from several
pieces and scattered without design and without engaging myself too far, I am not responsible for them, or obliged to keep close to my subject, without varying at my own liberty and pleasure, and giving up myself to doubt and uncertainty, and to my
own governing method, ignorance. — Michel De Montaigne

We need to become more unreasonable but in an intelligent way. — Jerry Brown