Utenlandske Telefonkataloger Quotes & Sayings

Nothing is sacred to a gamester. — Bernard-Joseph Saurin

Everywhere I go, I see very much the same thing. I see the same compassion for people who live half a world away. I see the same concern about events beyond these borders. And, increasingly, I see the same conviction that we can and we must join together to stop the scourge of AIDS and poverty. — Edward De Bono

In time of poverty, you alone face is your fate. If your spirit is stronger enough, you will survive. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Bad, quirky poetry might be better than some of the good stuff, because it really comes from the heart. — Cheryl Hines

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The only people I have seen who have been truly pushing for the truth are the family members. — Sibel Edmonds

You learn who you are by unlearning who they taught you to be. — Nikki Rowe

The beautiful always retains the freshness of novelty, while the astonishing soon grow tiresome. — August Bournonville

During the preproduction when I'm shooting and then once we wrap we go away. And then the visual effects guys take over. And then they add all those little bits and pieces. They come up with ideas during the cut in the editing, and they said while would be really cool if we did this thing here where the blade pops out. So then you see the movie and say wow that's a really neat idea. I wish we would have thought of that. — Gregory Nicotero

We're carrying the fire. — Cormac McCarthy

But nobody remembers how long anything takes; they only remember how good it was in the end. — B.J. Novak

Like attending the masquerade ball in Poe's story about the Red Death. You know, 'Come on, everybody! Kick out the jams, have another glass of champagne, and ignore all those people dropping like flies. — Stephen King

Where's your crown, Short Stuff?"
"Stuffed in a planter back there with my shoes. — Melissa A. Craven

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. — William Shakespeare

A sob racks my body again, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I find it difficult to breathe, but it doesn't matter. My dignified weeping gives way to full-on ugliness, my mouth open and my face contorted and sounds like a dying animal coming from my throat. If this continues I will break apart, and maybe that would be better, maybe it would be better to shatter and bear nothing. — Veronica Roth