Paspoort Kwijt Quotes & Sayings

it's not about the destination, but the journey. — P.J.G. Robbins

From each according to their ability, to each according to their need. — Karl Marx

Most great entrepreneurs I know are nothing like the other kids. They're almost like tangent lines - those lines that seem to go nowhere. Nothing connects them, until they get out in the real world. Then they connect just fine. — Barbara Corcoran

Truth is buried, deep inside of men, sweep away each day. — Dawud Wharnsby Ali

When it comes to meat, change is almost always cast as an absolute. You are a vegetarian or you are not. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Broken love is the most dangerous love. It will slice you open with every touch. — Tiffany Reisz

They were living exciting, crazy, queer lives full of poetry and camaraderie and heart-seizing crushes. I mean, not that night, but generally. That night they were bored. — Michelle Tea

Kerouac: You're ruining American poetry, O'Hara.
O'Hara: That's more than you ever did for it, Kerouac — Frank O'Hara

The changes that happened in my life from doing these movies are so permanent that I don't think I'll ever really say goodbye, it'll always be a part of me, the Hunger Games. — Jennifer Lawrence

In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another. — John Edward Williams

Whoever has power takes over the noun - and the norm - while the less powerful get an adjective. — Gloria Steinem

Who summons the dead man?" she asked. "A fresh corpse," Aethelwold said. "A fresh corpse?" I asked. "Someone must be sent to the world of the dead," he explained, as though it were obvious, "to find Bjorn and bring him back." "So they kill someone?" Gisela asked. "How else can they send a messenger to the dead?" Aethelwold asked pugnaciously. — Bernard Cornwell

For the people who don't know, my character could described, in a nutshell, as the bar dumb-dumb. — Charlie Day

I can't really articulate what I feel, — Harold Pinter