Schildersbedrijf Quotes & Sayings

Laziness begat wearisomeness, and this put men in quest of diversions, play and company, on which however it is a constant attendant; he who works hard, has enough to do with himself otherwise. — Jean De La Bruyere

Wasting time is something that people do or feel all over the world, not just in Italy. — Paolo Sorrentino

To me, he's worth every loud moment, every peaceful silence, the crazy and the sad, the restless and the quiet. — Krista Ritchie

When you don't understand, you depend on reality. When you do understand, reality depends on you. — Bodhidharma

The Chinese foreign ministry has said more than once that I am a free person. Did I do anything wrong by leaving my home? — Chen Guangcheng

Insurance companies can no longer refuse to cover Americans with pre-existing conditions. — Kathleen Sebelius

President Obama met with leaders of the American Indian tribes and they honored the president by giving him his own Indian name: Running Deficits. — Jay Leno

as his mother had always told him, ignorance could be fixed; stupid was forever. "My — David Weber

That is why the ideal literary diet consists of trash and classics; all that has survived, and all that has no reason to survive - books you can read without thinking, and books you have to read if you want to think at all. — Anthony Lane

A few words worthy to be remembered suffice to give an idea of a great mind. There are single thoughts that contain the essence of a whole volume, single sentences that have the beauties of a large work, a simplicity so finished and so perfect that it equals in merit and in excellence a large and glorious composition. — Joseph Joubert

To make no decision in regard to the growth of authoritarian government is already a decision for it. — Francis A. Schaeffer

My faith in non-co-operation is as bright as ever. — Mahatma Gandhi

You've got to be happy in your own skin. — Jada Pinkett Smith

There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's. — Becca Fitzpatrick