Slottsparken Quotes & Sayings

Put an Irishman on the spit and you can always get another Irishman to turn him. — George Bernard Shaw

We can't tolerate this anymore. These tragedies must end. And to end them, we must change. We will be told that the causes of such violence are complex, and that is true. No single law, no set of laws can eliminate evil from the world, or prevent every senseless act of violence in our society. But that can't be an excuse for inaction. Surely, we can do better than this. If there is even one step we can take to save another child, or another parent, or another town, from the grief that has visited Tucson, and Aurora, and Oak Creek, and Newtown, and communities from Columbine to Blacksburg before that - then surely we have an obligation to try. He — Matthew Lysiak

And this right here is what love is. It's not hurried and rushed, not lies and deceit. It's tender and giving, honest and trusting. It's the value of actions speaking louder than words. — Tiffany Aleman

The waltz held the feeling you get when you finish a well-loved book. It left me longing for something I couldn't name. — Louise Miller

She was a level of bitch that I liked to refer to as "fuck that". As in, upon seeing her, your best option was to say "fuck that" and flee in the opposite direction. — R.K. Lilley

There's a lot more historical baggage to deal with as a wife than as a partner. — Alison Pill

She had always been a chameleon, taking on accents and manners suited to her circumstance, but now she felt as though she had changed into something new, and she couldn't change back. — Robert Goolrick

You may be right that people say: 'You know what, we had Obama. He was inexperienced. The guy had great rhetoric, sounded good, looked good, but has turned out to be an utter disaster. I want someone where I have confidence and credibility that they're up to the job and that I can trust what they tell me.' — Karl Rove

It's going to be okay. Words that mean nothing. really, just sounds intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts to latch on to something when we're falling. — Lauren Oliver