Slagmuylders Prosper Quotes & Sayings

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Holly, do you trust me?"
Holly groaned. "Artemis, don't ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes," Holly sighed. "I do. More than anyone. — Eoin Colfer

Sounds to me like you're praying Violet, not wishing. When we wish, it's usually for something frivolous...Something not serious. Like what you want for your birthday. Prayers are for more serious things." -Mom — Brenda Woods

Rarely does the truth set us free. Usually it chains us to the earth like a ghost. — Sarah Noffke

A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere. — W. H. Auden

You can see the next big trends in fashion on the red carpet and see what colors, silhouettes are hot right now. You might see Taylor Swift wearing Gucci, and most of us can't afford that Gucci dress, but you can look at the beading and be inspired by it for, say, your prom or a friend's wedding. — Giuliana Rancic

The command to the Twelve to go out and proclaim the Good News is also valid for all Christians, though in a different way ... . the Good News of the kingdom which is coming and which has begun is meant for all people of all times. Those who have received the Good News and who have been gathered by it into the community of salvation can and must communicate and spread it, — Pope Paul VI

We are all the fruits of pleasure's toil. — Lucas Mascotto-Carbone

I know of no power, indeed, of which a free people ought to be more jealous, than of that of levying taxes and duties. — Joseph Story

Art dealing is when you're doing it as a business. — Jeffrey Deitch

There is only one god, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: 'Not today'. — George R R Martin

The basis of effective government is public confidence, and that confidence is endangered when ethical standards falter or appear to falter. — John F. Kennedy

Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy. — Charles Dickens