Schlotterer Austria Quotes & Sayings

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain. — J.K. Rowling

I get a lot of credit for comb-overs. But it's not really a comb-over. It's sort of a little bit forward and back. I've combed it the same way for years. Same thing, every time. — Donald Trump

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation. — William Shakespeare

Be the best, but get ready to be attacked. Only mediocrity is safe. — Paulo Coelho

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.
But then perhaps this is what lovers are. — Andre Aciman

Passions change, politics are immutable. — Napoleon Bonaparte

I still don't understand why the pages must be done in the morning. I write so much better at night. Let me be clear: good writing is not the point. Think of your pages like a whisk broom. You stick the broom into all the corners of your consciousness. If you do this first thing in the morning, you are laying out your track for the day. Pages tell you of your priorities. With the pages in place first thing, you are much less likely to fall in with others' agendas. Your day is your own to spend. You've claimed it. If you wait to write pages at night, you are reviewing a day that has already happened and that you are powerless to change. — Julia Cameron

Go into the auto mechanic, you've got to know computers to be able to work on the cars. — Ann McLane Kuster

The past one year saw people turning Twitter into a battlefield of clashing opinions by creating hashtags against the enemy and making them trend. — Anonymous

If you are a senior executive, you need to embrace each individual's right to choose his or her own hardships - and you must talk about that openly, candidly. — Bill Jensen

Thatsh prieshts for you," said the old man wetly. "Nothing by torc, torc, torc. — Terry Pratchett

My uncle Khosrove became very irritated and shouted, It's no harm. What is the loss of a horse? Haven't we all lost the homeland? What is this crying over a horse? — William, Saroyan