Termijn Definitie Quotes & Sayings

My heart thunders like the hooves of a thousand wild horses. — Leylah Attar

I haven't even had a life I could call my own, and you're ready to slot me into the grand design. Well, I don't think I want to go. I want to be my own design. — Clive Barker

Guess I've been reading too much fantasy. — Aprilynne Pike

Real greatness is often hidden, humble, simple, and unobtrusive. It is not easy to trust ourselves and our actions without public affirmation. We must have strong self-confidence combined with deep humility. — Henri Nouwen

I don't fight fair, baby. I fight to win. — Kristen Ashley

Me, fer instance," said Rio. "I've learned from me own pa not to belch in front of a lady." He turned to Ferdinand. Then he let out the most tremendous burp Ferdinand had ever heard in his life. "Technically, that was not in front of her, but behind her. — E.W. Clarke

Listeners will wonder what an Englishman is doing on the German radio tonight. You can imagine that before taking this step I hoped that someone better qualified than me would come forward. — John Amery

In Hollywood if you are not working, you are a leper. True, you are probably living in the most expensive leper colony in the world. — Allan Sherman

Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie. — Charles Dickens

The Charkha, which is the embodiment of willing obedience and calm persistence, must therefore succeed before there is civil disobedience. — Mahatma Gandhi

It's my life dream to be able to go and continue going to schools and teaching them about stretching and aerobics, cardio and strength training, because I want them to have a better life than I did. I don't want them to grow up to be me. I want them to be healthy. I want them not to go through eating disorders [like me]. — Richard Simmons

I'm really looking forward to, not more of the same, but a continual growth. — Ben Harper

I think so. There are so many tales, so strange and beautiful and perfect. They are not what are real, but better. I thought I had something that was magic once, but I lost it, and now I don't think it was at all." She touched her chest where the handkerchief had been and frowned. "I wish there was magic. If all the tales were true, then maybe they could tell me what I'm doing, and what I am to do now."
"Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn. The question is, are we smart enough to figure for ourselves? Now, that's what I'd like to know. — Shannon Hale

There is no safety this side of the grave — Robert A. Heinlein

In the blackness of the midnight sleep world, immunized from the harsh glare of daytime reality, the active imagination of the soul dances in the mind of a dream weaver. Safely shrouded in the all-encompassing blanket of darkness supplied by nighttime sleep, our secret wishes speak to us by channeling the collective mythology of the primordial mind. During the wee hours of night, right before first light, we summon our personal muse to tell us in operatic fashion what it means to be human. If we listen carefully, our muse's heart songs shares with us what it means to experience both the tragedy and comedy of life, and encourages us to unreservedly embrace in a moral manner the banality, brutality, beauty, and splendor of nature that occurs eternally in the cosmic world that swaddles us. — Kilroy J. Oldster