Verlustvortrag Quotes & Sayings

That was liquid football — Steve Coogan

In 2003, Travelex acquired Thomas Cook Financial Services. We only had use of the Thomas Cook name for five years, so I had to increase public awareness of Travelex to migrate all Cook operations over to it. It was a success. — Lloyd Dorfman

Librarians! Librarians always know how to find out things. That was their job even before the Internet. — Susan Beth Pfeffer

I prefer sneaking in the back door. — Mark Gatiss

I found that being online has opened a window for me to look into other people's lives ... The greatest fear that I have is losing touch. — Queen Rania Of Jordan

Samskrit language, as has been universally recognized by those competent to form a judgment, is one of the most magnificent, the most perfect, the most prominent and wonderfully sufficient literary instrument developed by the human mind. — Sri Aurobindo

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Are you an evolutionist?
I'm an absurdist, ma'am. But let's suppose evolution is true; what about the monkeys today? Why can't we see them evolving? Are they still evolving? — Harrison Wheeler

But mortification - literally, "making death" - is what life is all about, a slow discovery of the mortality of all that is created so that we can appreciate its beauty without clinging to it as if it were a lasting possession. Our lives can indeed be seen as a process of becoming familiar with death, as a school in the art of dying ... all these times have passed by like friendly visitors, leaving you with dear memories but also with the sad recognition of the shortness of life. In every arrival there is a leave-taking; in every reunion there is a separation; in each one's growing up there is a growing old; in every smile there is a tear; and in every success there is a loss. All living is dying and all celebration is mortification too. — Henri J.M. Nouwen

Teacher. After becoming engaged to my grandfather, and before marrying him, she did something rather brave in Istanbul in 1917 - she went out with him to a restaurant. — Orhan Pamuk