Schielen Englisch Quotes & Sayings

For a flicker of a moment I imagined a world completely different from the one I'd always known, a world in which I was treated with fairness, even kindness
a world in which fathers didn't sell their daughters. — Arthur Golden

I was surprised at the silence and the absence of movement which our departure caused among the spectators, and believed them to be astonished and perhaps awed at the strange spectacle; they might well have reassured themselves. I was still gazing when M. Rozier cried to me - "You are doing nothing, and the balloon is scarcely rising a fathom." — Francois Laurent D'Arlandes

They got a lot of kids now whose uniforms are so tight, especially the pants, that they cannot bend over to pick up ground balls. And they don't want to bend over in television games because in that way there is no way their face can get on the camera. — Casey Stengel

If you knew the pain I had in my legs ... what suffering! I couldn't wait to get to the hotel. — Thomas Voeckler

Every time I pull somebody out of the bullpen, I believe he can do the job. I have to believe it. If he doesn't, hopefully he will do it the next time. — Joe Torre

I've been in over 50 cities around the world. If you think the majority isn't racist, you haven't traveled more than me. — Daniel Marques

From a May 2010 Interview, Chuck Palahniuk
Weird and creepy but true, I've been reading lots of Judy Blume. Being a 48-year-old male reading about adolescent sex in Forever gets me lots of stares in airports ... At this point I am an authority on menstruation. — Chuck Palahniuk

I was always the Southern gentleman. — Lance Bass

By accepting yourself and being fully what you are, your presence can make others happy. — Jane Roberts

If you're a basketball player, you've got to shoot. — Oscar Robertson

Weight loss after pregnancy is safe but requires attention and guidelines — Debbie Meyer

After all, the fundamental question of philosophy (like that of psychoanalysis) is the same as the question of the detective novel: who is guilty? — Umberto Eco