Schlaraffenland Austrian Quotes & Sayings

Nothing brings more pain than too much pleasure; nothing more bondage than too much liberty. — Benjamin Franklin

The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Because every family is a distinct cultural unit, it is good that our methods differ. God did not intend for us to walk in lockstep with one another. We ought to rejoice in a common commitment to biblical principles and in the variety of methods God's people employ. — Nancy Wilson

If love is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I'm in love with several people. — Stieg Larsson

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue.
She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love. — Susan Hubbard

Something to remember ... You only get one chance to grow and live, so make it Beautiful! — Sierra Lawrimore

...Who knew he'd rather be a waiter than your guardian. I guess being a guardian isn't paying too well these days. Or maybe he's finally come to terms with the fact that he sucks at it.... ~Mazriel from Sanctuary — Beth Gualda

I have tried to write about politics in an allusive manner that draws upon other interests and to approach literature and criticism without ignoring the political dimension. Even if I have failed in this synthesis, I have found the attempt worth making. — Christopher Hitchens

I may appear to be full of myself because I always want better. — Mohammed VI Of Morocco

Long before feminism made fashion a guilty pleasure, my first experience of the sisterhood among strangers took place in a communal dressing room. — Judith Thurman

My horizon's have shrunk and I have only endings to write. — Salman Rushdie

A few years ago I was involved with a man and when we stopped seeing each other I worried about what it meant to him. Will he remember me the way I remember him? Did I make a lasting impression on him the way he did on me? At some point I thought about that little sentence describing one woman's passion vs. a man's dalliance and seeing how well her passion served her in other ways, and I chose not to care. I don't care what he did or didn't feel. What he does or doesn't remember. I am a person and I count. It meant something to me, therefore it meant something. I will now take my passion and do what I damn well please. How extraordinary to be the passionate one. — Samara O'Shea

We are greater than the sum of our individual ambitions — Barack Obama

Goodness, that stuff rips like paper," she exclaimed, reaching to pull her tank top off. She was halfway through the action when the door opened and Alec walked into the room.
"Izzy, are you - " he began. His eyes flew wide, and he backed up fast enough to smack his head into the wall behind him. "What is he doing here?"
Isabelle tugged her tank top back down and glared at her brother. "You don't knock now?"
"It - It's my bedroom!" Alec spluttered. He seemed to be deliberately trying not to look at Izzy and Simon, who were indeed in a very compromising position. — Cassandra Clare