Ostyn Voeders Quotes & Sayings

Any new French female acquaintance would most likely have held herself aloof, eyeing you suspiciously until she had assessed your character and whether or not you posed a threat. — Catherine Sanderson

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live — Andrea Levy

I slammed that door shut. Fix this mess first. Guilt, regret, and moaning later. — Ilona Andrews

Effort is not a means to lead us to happiness. Effort itself is happiness — Leo Tolstoy

And let us dispose of a common misconception. The complete transmutation of even one animal species into a different species has never been directly observed either in the laboratory or in the field. — Dean H. Kenyon

What modernity requires is not that you cease living according to your faith, but that you accept that others may differ and that therefore politics requires a form of discourse that is reasonable and accessible to believer and non-believer alike. This religious restraint in politics is critical to the maintenance of liberal democracy. — Andrew Sullivan

When governments murder those who speak the truth, it is time to get new governments. — Diane Duane

For the land, the sea is beautiful; for the sea, the land is beautiful! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The pleasure of a good act is something to be remembered - not in order to feed our complacency but in order to remind us that virtuous actions are not only possible and valuable, but that they can become easier and more delightful and more fruitful than the acts of vice which oppose and frustrate them. — Thomas Merton

It's important to know when it's time to turn in your kazoo. — Amy Poehler

I would say, being a parent is what makes me vulnerable. Loving someone so much it scares you. Knowing you'd do anything for them and then realizing there will come a time when you have to loosen the reins and let them figure it out on their own, and then trusting that you/they are making the right decisions. — Beth Riesgraf

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept? — Pablo Neruda

It was a hymn with the force of a march, a march with the majesty of a hymn. It was the song of soldiers bearing sacred banners and of priests carrying swords. It was an anthem to the sanctity of strength. — Ayn Rand