Oeser Knife Quotes & Sayings

Nietzsche is no more or less than the Schliemann of asceticisms. In the midst of the excavation sites, surrounded by the psychopathic rubble of millennia and the ruins of morbid palaces, he was completely right to assume the triumphant expression of a discoverer. — Peter Sloterdijk

I like change, and I like being in the middle of change. — Gary William Flake

The mutual fund industry and small investors are very relentless and very unforgiving if people don't perform. — Ron Chernow

Dad shakes his head. "Nope. His name start with an F." He snaps his fingers. "Floyd. That's it. When I picked you up from school, I overheard you say how much you like him, and miss him, and . . ." Then my brother and I start laughing so hard we practically hyperventilate. Dad shrugs. "What? I know I'm clueless, but you've got to tell me what's so funny." "Floyd is Karma's phone," says Toby, who's clutching his stomach because he's laughing so hard. My — Hillary Homzie

One of Scotland's most important cultural exports - stories. — Sara Sheridan

Smoking is hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, and dangerous to the lungs. — King James I

I was a good student until I turned 15. Then, all of a sudden, it didn't matter to me anymore. Isn't that funny. I don't want to go to college. I always knew that. But it's hard. My friends are going, and I feel a little left behind. — Clara Mamet

You saw a fluttering fan before her face and magnolia blooms and sleepy lakes under the moonlight when she walked. — Zora Neale Hurston

The spiritual journey is one of continuous learning and purification. When you know this, you become humble. — Sogyal Rinpoche

Crime is interesting. It's huge and fascinating, and it's what my business, TV and film, is largely based on. But the realities are tragic, and in crime drama you rarely see the pain of bereavement or any consequences. It's reduced to a chess game. — Peter Capaldi

My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear. — John Gay

a cloud, it would — John Fowles