Verkrachte Quotes & Sayings

Even the greatest actors have had dry spells where they've wondered if they were going to work again. — Benjamin Walker

We need to pay as much attention to improper denials as we do to improper grants. — Lane Evans

Staying healthy and consistent is paramount. — Shawn Johnson

Power intoxicates men. It is never voluntarily surrendered. It must be taken from them. — James F. Byrnes

People who drink four or more cups of coffee a day - it doesn't matter whether it is caffeinated or decaffeinated - have a reduction in Type 2 diabetes, or a reduced incidence of Type 2 diabetes, of about fifty percent. The same with Parkinson's, although there it is more related to the caffeine. — Gregory Stock

Happiness is the secret ingredient for successful businesses. If you have a happy company it will be invincible. — Richard Branson

You meet a lot of people in New York who are different than you, and have different stories, so I see everyone as super individual. — Frankie Cosmos

Serena hadn't told Sydney to go home. She hadn't told her to run away. She told her to go somewhere safe. And over the course of the last week, safe had ceased to be a place for Sydney, and had become a person.

Specifically, safe had become Victor. — V.E Schwab

Things are only worth what you make them worth. — Moliere

The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear. — Daniel Defoe

I can do nothing for you but work on myself ... you can do nothing for me but work on yourself! — Ram Dass

And now, from beneath the audible, came a low reverberation. It came up through the soles of my feet. I stood still while it hummed upward bone by bone. There is no adequate simile. The pulse of the country worked through my body until I recognized it as music. As language. And the language ran everywhere inside me, like blood; and for feeling, it was as if through time I had been made of earth or mud or other insensate matter. Like a rhyme learned in antiquity a verse blazed to mind: O be quick, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! And sure enough my soul leapt dancing inside my chest, and my feet sprang up and sped me forward, and the sense came to me of undergoing creation, as the land and the trees and the beasts of the orchard had done some long time before. And the pulse of the country came around me, as of voices lifted at great distance, and moved through me as I ran until the words came clear, and I sang with them a beautiful and curious chant. — Leif Enger

Outside, overgrown grass lapped dew on Ronan's boots, and mist curled around the tyres of the charcoal BMW. The sky over Monmouth Manufacturing was the colour of a muddy lake. It was cold, but Ronan's gasoline heart was firing. He settled into the car, letting it become his skin. The night air was still coiled beneath the seats and lurking in the door pockets; he shivered as he tethered his raven to the seat belt fastener in the passenger seat. Not the fanciest setup, but effective for keeping a corvid from flapping around one's sports car. Chainsaw bit him, but not as hard as the early morning cold. — Maggie Stiefvater