Voeltjies Quotes & Sayings

You can't stop everything from happening. But we've gotten to a point where we're certainly trying. If a car doesn't have four hundred air bags in it, then it's no good. — Clint Eastwood

You have to be careful with the stories you tell. And you have to watch out for the stories that you are told. — Thomas King

critic Robert Ray once said, "What's interesting about rock & roll is that the truly radical aspect occurs at the level of sound. 'Tutti Frutti' is far more radical than Lennon's 'Woman Is the Nigger of the World,' and the sound of Bob Dylan's voice changed more people's ideas about the world than his political message did. — Greil Marcus

You are always training yourself to be, mind and body, as clear as crystal, and you always are, and never change; whereas I am a muddy, solitary, moping weed. — Charles Dickens

At times, when loneliness seems to crush all beauty, the only way to resist is to remain open. — Paulo Coelho

When I look down the range at the target all I can do is try to distinguish between the different colors. — Im Dong-Hyun

Emotions are wild horses. It is not explanations that carry us forward, but our will to go on. — Paulo Coelho

And in that moment, their situation was clear to him. Their guides were both dead. One machine was gone. Their return marker was shattered. Which meant they were stuck in this place. Trapped here, without guides or assistance. And with no prospect of ever getting back. Not ever. — Michael Crichton

I'm not so much of a joiner. — Josh Homme

I grew up segregated, but there was not much feeling of being shut out of anything. — Edward Brooke

If people deny free will, then when ordering at a restaurant they should say, "Just bring me whatever the laws of nature have determined that I will get." — Nancy Pearcey

The hardest thing to walk away from, over a long-form TV show, is the comradery of the company, both with the crew and the group of actors. — Joshua Jackson

How one lives during limited time on earth's school is perhaps how one may dwell in the space of eternity. — T.F. Hodge

Pulsar: a dying star spinning under its own exploding anarchic energy, like a lighthouse on speed. A star the size of a city, a city the size of a star, whirling round and round, its death-song caught by a radio receiver, light years later, like a recorded message nobody heard, back-played now into infinity across time. Love and loss. — Jeanette Winterson