Papierundstift Quotes & Sayings

I am in the infantry for 17 weeks and after that I don't know where I am going. — Eddie Slovik

There used to be a cruel joke that said Brazil is the country of the future, and always will be; Obama is the Brazil of today's politicians. He has obviously achieved nothing. — Charles Krauthammer

He said he don't like em boney, he want something he can grab — Nicki Minaj

Clearly, if we'd had the kind of computer graphics capability then that we have now, the Star Gate sequence would be much more complex than flat planes of light and color. — Douglas Trumbull

Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl Of Lytton

I'm not a real big fan of penises. Like my own, whenever I look at it, I just don't find anything attractive about it. I can't believe girls are into it. It blows my mind a little bit. — Pete Wentz

Knowing there is a world that will outlive you, there are people whose well-being depends on how you live your life, affects the way you live your life, whether or not you directly experience those effects. You want to be the kind of person who has the larger view, who takes other people's interests into account, who's dedicated to the principles that you can justify, like justice, knowledge, truth, beauty and morality. — Steven Pinker

It's always refreshing to meet someone crazier than us," I said. "We seem so normal afterward. — James Patterson

Somehow, the city of promise had become a scrap yard of dreams. But fighters do what they do best when they've — Charlie LeDuff

Does not-your boyfriend realize I'm Mormon?"
I nod. "It turns out, Holder doesn't have an issue with Mormons at all. He just has an issue with assholes. — Colleen Hoover

A lot of people think that domestic violence is if someone hits, kicks, [or] punches you. — Robin McGraw

I smelt him, smelt Johnny; for a second I thought - what? That he was there, was with me, that he wasn't...But I realised it was his perfume, the one I'd had made specially for him by an artisan perfumer in New York, his own custom-made one-off blend. It had been hideously expensive but I hadn't cared as long as it had pleased him. It was all intense essential oils, layer upon layer of labdanum, patchouli, vanilla, vetiver, ambrette, frankincense, myrrh, amber, Bulgarian rose absolute, Oud wood - the list was endless and beautiful, like a scented prayer. The woman had said some of the ingredients would keep their fragrance for a hundred years, would never die. Like me, he'd said, like us. I'd put some drops of the heavy dark oil on a couple of cotton wool pads and put them in the box when we got it, now the fragrance - strange, narcotic, archaic - filled the room like his ghost, embracing me in memories. — Joolz Denby