Odata V4 Quotes & Sayings

How many people just get up on Monday and do the same thing they've done every single Monday - go to work and just turn on route automatic and no longer have any meaning in their life? — Erwin McManus

Watch out for trees and traffic.
The change is slow, the impact great, yet we miss the one and mistake the other. — Janet Macunovich

I'm a very, very conservative driver. — Emile Hirsch

I hate all the worry about what someone else is feeling, this crippling insecurity, this tightness in my chest. — Danila Botha

I do not want to have the feeling of writing 'for eternity', so to speak. — Elfriede Jelinek

The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself. — Albert Camus

You and I want our lives to matter. We want our lives to make a real difference - to be of genuine consequence in the world. We know that there is no satisfaction in merely going through the motions, even if those motions make us successful, or even if we have arranged to make those motions pleasant. We want to know we have made some impact on the world. In fact, you and I want to contribute to the quality of life. We want to make the world work. — Werner Erhard

The greenhouse effect of carbon-dioxide emissions does produce gentle warming if it is not counteracted by unpredictable natural phenomena, but it cannot be measured directly against the volume of such emissions. — Conrad Black

I like solitary pursuits, such as reading or pottering about in the garden. — Hayley Mills

Do not make me fuck you against this door, Lydia."
Everything inside me squeezed tight. "God, that sounds good. Let's do that."
"Shit. — Kylie Scott

We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are. — Tobias Wolff

She allowed herself to relax and enjoy the wave of applause breaking over them. Marta glanced at her mother, who had tears running down her face, but her smile was the happy one Marta hadn't seen in a long time. She no longer looked drawn and sad, but the pretty Mutti her Vati had adored.
A hand brushed her head. But when she turned to look, no one stood close to that side of her. But she caught a whiff of a familiar scent, cigars- and-Vati smell, and knew in her heart her father had come to listen to her sing. — Debra Holland