Skovbo Efterskole Quotes & Sayings

To really enjoy pleasures, you must know how to leave them. — Voltaire

They're safe,' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms.
I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass."
He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us. — Sherwood Smith

Even with his tattoo-covered arms and the double row of hoop earrings in both ears, Isaiah's definitely one of the good guys. — Katie McGarry

The best way to die is sit under a tree, eat lots of bologna and salami, drink a case of beer, then blow up. — Art Donovan

The writer harked back to Lord Byron's maiden speech in the House three years before: "I have been in some of the most oppressed provinces in Turkey, but never, under the most despotic of infidel Governments, did I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return in the very heart of a Christian country." Mrs. — Marion Chesney

It's incredible to see the creativity, beauty and hardships people capture when filmmaking is opened up and shared with the world. — Jehane Noujaim

London is a language. I guess all places are. — David Mitchell

They all told me I had a fear of intimacy, but I vehemently disagreed; I craved intimacy like a crack addict.
The problem was that I craved intimacy to the same burning degree that I detested commitment.
Being a statue was such a perfect job. — Amanda Palmer

Strong impulses are but another name for energy. Energy may be turned to bad uses; but more good may always be made of an energetic nature, than of an indolent and impassive one. — John Stuart Mill

The next thing I would mention, and warn you against, is profaneness. This you know is forbidden by God. — Jupiter Hammon

The past plummeting towards me like a vulture-dropped hand to become what-purifies-and-sets-me-free, because now as I look up there is a feeling at the back of my head and after that there is only a tiny but infinite moment of utter clarity while I tumble forwards to prostrate myself before my parents' funeral pyre, a minuscule but endless instant of knowing, before I am stripped of past present memory time shame and love, a fleeting but also timeless explosion in which I bow my head yes I acquiesce yes in the necessity of the blow, and then I am empty and free, because all the Saleems go pouring out of me, from the baby who appeared in jumbo-sized front-page baby-snaps to the eighteen-year-old with his filthy dirty love, pouring out goes shame and guilt and wanting-to-please and needing-to-be-loved and determined-to-find-a-historical-role and growing-too-fast, I am free — Salman Rushdie

Democracy is a poor system of government at best; the only thing that can honestly be said in its favor is that it is eight times as good as any other method the human race has ever tried. — Robert A. Heinlein