Nolda Broekstra Quotes & Sayings

The fact is that hurting people hurt people, and children raised with condemnation in whatever form it takes are hurting people. Period. Words matter. — L.R. Knost

I have a very specific definition of censorship. Censorship must be done by the government or it's not censorship. — Penn Jillette

You know that you can't predict and you can't expect that you should have predicted. You do the best you can, as decently as you can, and you accept the consequences. — Robert B. Parker

Your the closest thing to an angel I'll ever touch. — Sylvain Reynard

The characters in my books all resemble each other. They live, with minor variations, the same moments, the same perils, and when I speak of them, my language, which is inspired by them, repeats the same poems in the same tone. — Jean Genet

The heat made people crazy. They woke from their damp bedsheets and went in search of a glass of water, surprised to find that when their vision cleared, they were holding instead the gun they kept hidden in the bookcase. — Kristin Hannah

It felt almost like a dream from long ago. I remembered another Ji-li, one who was always praised by her teachers and respected by her classmates. A Ji-li who always pushed herself to do better, achieve more. — Ji-li Jiang

You ever wonder when god's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce? — Chuck Palahniuk

We try to stress the little things because little things lead to big things. — Steve Alford

The end is always the same. That's why what we do does matter. Good or bad, we die. If we bring some light and prosperity into the world, isn't that better than there being less light? — L.E. Modesitt Jr.

There came to him an image of man's whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man's life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man's grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic glory, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was little and would be extinguished, and that only darkness was immense and everlasting. And he knew that he would die with defiance on his lips, and that the shout of his denial would ring with the last pulsing of his heart into the maw of all-engulfing night. — Thomas Wolfe