Tytgat Edgard Quotes & Sayings

A coward may die many times, but a brave man dies only once. If I die for you, I won't consider it death but love. — Hani

[The Devil] Mephistopheles, when he comes to Faust, testifies of himself that he desires evil, yet does only good. Well, let him do as he likes, it's quite the opposite with me. I am perhaps the only man in all of nature who loves the truth and sincerely desires good. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

You can't memorize poetry and stay a fake. Sooner or later, you start to understand what these poets are saying, and it makes you feel life has something quite special, with certain layers of meaning to it. — Donald Miller

In the case of my husband, we found that facing a life-threatening illness prodded us to make a dramatic change in our lives. — Gail Sheehy

So much luck! I'm not putting myself down, I'm not saying I don't have talent - I must have, to have got this far - but I honestly believe that some of the greatest actors in America are tending bar and waiting tables and driving taxis, and it will never happen for them. — John Mahoney

Sometimes letting go is the only way to find out who you're meant to hold on to. — J. Sterling

When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed. — Alexander Pope

Finally I was naked on the table, my legs spread with big hands gripping tight at the sides of my knees, and he was down. As in down. On his knees on the floor, his mouth between my legs. Feeding. God. Oh God. Not feeding. Feeding. — Kristen Ashley

All the contortions we go through just not to be ourselves for a few hours. — Keith Richards

Vampires bore a grudge longer than any technically living creatures, and whenever they were in a bad temper, they expressed themselves through murder. — Cassandra Clare

Dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness, gentlemen. — Max Hastings

I'm talking about the language of flowers. It's from the Victorian era, like your name. If a man gave a young lady a bouquet of flowers, she would race home and try to decode it like a secret message. Red roses mean love; yellow roses infidelity. So a man would have to choose his flowers carefully. — Vanessa Diffenbaugh