Tjitske Veldstra Quotes & Sayings

Bessie- A man picking out a wife is like asking a cow to pick out a farmer. — Margaret Brownley

The vampire is an outsider. He's the perfect metaphor for those things. He's someone who looks human and sounds human, but is not human, so he's always on the margins. — Anne Rice

IF YOU ARE WEARING CLOTHES THAT YOU ENJOY WEARING, EVERYTHING YOU DO IN LIFE BECOMES FUN. — Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

Why are you here? Did you come to try to kill me again?" "Oddly enough, no. I - I had a bad dream. I needed to talk to someone. — Kendare Blake

Our friendship will weather the current disagreement as well, to grow even stronger in the future. — Benjamin Netanyahu

Not only does silence give us a chance to understand ourselves better, to get a truer and more balanced perspective on our own lives in relation to the lives of others: silence makes us whole if we let it. Silence helps draw together the scattered and dissipated energies of a fragmented existence. — Thomas Merton

In Indian civilization I am a Baptist, because I believe in immersing the Indians in our civilization and when we get them under holding them there until they are thoroughly soaked. — Richard Henry Pratt

When did reason ever direct our desires or our fears? — Juvenal

A poet wants only one small stone on which to carve his life. — Joan Walsh Anglund

I was a frustrated musician, frustrated designer, frustrated art director, frustrated novelist, right. I'd fail at all these different professions. — Jeffrey Zeldman

The man who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does. No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies. — Daisy Bates

Lips tight, Angelo eyed his beloved car, then his cousin, who wore a smarmy grin. He growled, then tossed him the keys. "Okay, but you better drive slow or I'll kill you." "I'll be as gentle as a kitten." **** — Darien Cox

At the Arrivals gate, we are greeted by a small crowd, watching us with hungry eyes or eyesockets. We drop our cargo on the floor: two mostly intact men, a few meaty legs, and a dismembered torso, all still warm. Call it leftovers. Call it takeout. Our fellow Dead fall on them and feast right there on the floor like animals. The life remaining in those cells will keep them from full-dying, but the Dead who don't hunt will never quite be satisfied. Like men at sea deprived of fresh fruit, they will wither in their deficiencies, weak and perpetually empty, because the new hunger is a lonely monster. It grudgingly accepts the brown meat and lukewarm blood, but what it craves is closeness, that grim sense of connection that courses between their eyes and ours in those final moments, like some dark negative of love. — Isaac Marion

England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary motion, blew stronger against her rising seas. What did it mean? For what end are her fair complexities, her changes of soil, her sinuous coast? Does she belong to those who have moulded her and made her feared by other lands, or to those who have added nothing to her power, but have somehow seen her, seen the whole island at once, lying as a jewel in a silver sea, sailing as a ship of souls, with all the brave world's fleet accompanying her towards eternity? — E. M. Forster

If anyone loved danger, Jev Brennan did. — Katherine McIntyre