Opiumstore Quotes & Sayings

And the '99 finals at the French - if I had won that one easily, no one would have talked about it. — Martina Hingis

The cemetery of the victims of human cruelty in our century is extended to include yet another vast cemetery, that of the unborn. — Pope John Paul II

Sport is something that is very inspirational for young people. — Pele

Sannyas is not a philosophy; it is a quest for TRUTH. It is not a way of life. It is a commitment towards a self discovered state of mind. — Harshit Walia

There's no weakness as great as false strength. — Stefan Molyneux

Because when the legends get written, I didn't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn't do anything useful." I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun. "Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone. — Sarah J. Maas

As to religion, I hold it to be the indispensible duty of all government, to protect all conscientious professors thereof, and I know of no other business which government hath to do therewith. — Thomas Paine

You must walk in the very spacious places under the infinite skies to realize how small you are! This is the first step to start being big! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Normally, you have to wait for the costume department to help you out of costume. — Sophie McShera

Mother, he is a gentleman.
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep: pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well. — Tara Mae Mulroy

There is a need, in every world, to believe in things that cannot be seen. — Lauren DeStefano