Spisen Quotes & Sayings

Who are you? What do you want?" The black-clad man drew himself up arrogantly. "Once I was called Elan Morin Tedronai, but now - " "Betrayer of Hope. — Robert Jordan

In a situation where many national leaders do the same thing and look out for national interests, and with an issue like global warming, you're likely to get no solution, so I think you have to have some kind of ethical trump on some of those issues. — Peter Singer

Man is the being who has built controllers for every stubborn element, but he has not been able to build one for his Ego. — Muhammad Atta-ullah Faizani

Well, I have a testimony, I may be ignorant, but I am not lost. — Hugh Nibley

If you are not living this moment, you are not really living. — Eckhart Tolle

I had never been allowed to go on tour with my husband George Harrison, so had no idea what to expect when I left him to join Eric Clapton on his 1974 U.S. tour. — Pattie Boyd

Yes, your sofa is cunningly hidden down the front of my dress. You won't believe where I fit the TV." Again, — Kylie Scott

There is no convenient Messiah. Salvation comes only through discipline and sacrifice. — Jeffrey R. Holland

Nothing but prayer can make saints because nothing but God can make saints, and we meet God in prayer. Prayer is the hospital for souls where we meet Doctor God. — Peter Kreeft

I had arrived years ago in Paris and just wanted to be famous, fast. When you're pretentious like that, and you think you've planned everything perfectly, it's then that everything goes in the opposite way. — Yael Naim

Everything I am is because of my mom. — Sarah Michelle Gellar

Reason is a fine thing, but it is not the only thing available to a writer. It's just part of the arsenal of many things available to a storyteller. Revelation, for example. — Mark Helprin

It was like one of those moments when people talked about their lives flashing before their eyes. Because as we stared at one another, every part of our relationship replayed in my mind's eye. I remembered how strong and invincible he'd been when we first met, when he'd come to bring Lissa and me back to the folds of Moroi society. I remembered the gentleness of his touch when he'd bandaged my bloodied and battered hands. I remembered him carrying me in his arms after Victor's daughter Natalie had attacked me. Most of all, I remembered the night we'd been together in the cabin, just before the Strigoi had taken him. A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it. — Richelle Mead