Scandinavian Christmas Quotes & Sayings

Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts. — Anton Chekhov

I am convinced that success is not measured by what you get out of life, but by what you give back. — Jerry Moran

It's going straight to my head: I think I'm falling in love again. — Kevin Devine

1. Some people, Ranga, try to make things too complicated. One thing is not complicated. Two things are complicated, but not very complicated. Three things are very complicated. We are very fortunate that cricket is not three things, but two things. — Ian B.G. Burns

The thing is with the media, I have a love-hate relationship with [it]. [Journalists] are only doing their jobs and you can't get your own way all the time. — Michelle Mone

No one can ask honestly or hopefully to be delivered from temptation unless he has himself honestly and firmly determined to do the best he can to keep out of it. — John Ruskin

The displacement of the idea that facts and evidence matter by the idea that everything boils down to subjective interests and perspectives is - second only to American political campaigns - the most prominent and pernicious manifestation of anti-intellectualism in our time. — Larry Laudan

People are social beings and want interaction and social learning is the primary form of learning, just as word of mouth advertising is the highest form of advertising. — Stephen Covey

Juanita found herself at Old Jeemy's radio station in a room she could have sworn was a laboratory where creatures with antennas in their heads, knobs for eyes, jagged arms, and dangly legs conducted experiments on the bodies of dead vocalists. — Dan Jenkins

Taxation for public housing destroys as many jobs in other lines as it creates in housing. — Henry Hazlitt

But we were friends all our childhood, a voice said inside her; and that other voice answered coldly, Friends are whom you choose, not the people forced on you by circumstances. And yet she was nearly crying with misery and humiliation and friendlessness, in the hot back seat of the car, while grains of sunlight danced through the fractured roof, and stung her flesh like needles. — Doris Lessing

You're letting him get to you. You're like a walking mythological encyclopedia, Kate. You pull random mystical crap out of your head and figure out that a giant monster nobody has seen on the face of the planet for three thousand years is allergic to hedgehogs and then you find a cute hedgehog and stab the monster in the eye with it."
"Where do you even get this shit? — Ilona Andrews