Opdat Frans Quotes & Sayings

FUCK THIS SHIT.
Fuck the club and the code, and fuck brotherhood. He would give it all up for her. For his woman. Because she sure as shit was his, and he'd go to hell and back ten times over before he lost her forever. — Madeline Sheehan

When I was six years old, I fell in love with magic. For Christmas, I got a magic box and a very old book on card manipulation. Somehow, I was more interested in pure manipulation than in all the silly little tricks in the box. — Philippe Petit

I have always wanted to see what the vibe was like and I was right It's on the Vermillion Bayou. — Shelby Lynne

I used to run away to New York from Baltimore all the time.I would get on the Greyhound bus and tell my parents I was going to some sorority weekend. I'd even make up fake permission slips, come to New York and just ask people on the street if I could stay with them and go see midnight movies. — John Waters

Having spent a long time in open spaces, whether sea or desert, it is a luxury to be able to take refuge in towns with narrow streets which provide a fragile fortress against the assaults of the infinite. There is such a sense of security against the boundless there, even if the murmur of the wave or the silence of the sands still pursue one through tortuous corridors. The winds, despite their subtle spirits, are themselves lost in the vestibules of this labyrinth and, unable to find a way through, whistle and turn in turbulence like demented dervishes. They will not break through the walls of this den in which life still pulsates in the shadows of humanity's black sun. — Georges Limbour

It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches. — Jodi Picoult

I finally realized that my relaxation is practicing the piano and writing. I've tried to do other things, but I've learned through the decades, that this is what I enjoy, practicing music and writing. — Andrew Hill

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors. — Oliver Goldsmith

I have two speeds, nothing and full pelt. — Andre Rieu

When I was nine years old, I wrote a short story called 'How to Build a Snowman,' from which no practical snowperson-crafting techniques could be gleaned. The story was an assignment for class and it featured a series of careful but meaningless instructions. Of course, the building of the snowman was a red herring. — Sloane Crosley