Vorarlberg Testet Quotes & Sayings

He, Ron, and Hermione passed through the gateway together. "There he is, Mom, there he is, look!"
It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, but she wasn't pointing at Ron.
"Harry Potter!" she squealed. "Look, Mom! I can see - — J.K. Rowling

My first lead role was a stage play called 'A Kestrel for a Knave'. I was 11. — Justin Chadwick

In our own, theatre can be the place where we come together, reaching with and through stories, to who we are and to who we can be. — Juliet Stevenson

Art destroys the life. — Irving Stone

He who repents his sin and acknowledges it, is forgiven. — Wilhelm Grimm

Without new ideas success can become stale. — Anthony Bourdain

It sounded to him like the noise of too many mouths that talk and too few minds that think. — Lisa Unger

I am centered and focused. I feel more secure each day — Louise Hay

When Paris has to pee, Paris has to pee! — Paris Hilton

Language is made up of names of comparable objects, and that which cannot be compared has no name. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

Black audiences are hard. They always think they're better than you. So you got to come with a little extra to satisfy them. — Bernie Mac

It does not take the constant barrage of bourgeois propaganda to reinforce the thinking among native-born white male workers that a woman, black, or migrant worker is a threat to his job security and wages. He already knows the competitive conditions of his class and the means by which his job and his wages are to be secured. He is King Rat, the guy who is going to survive in the middle of an all-sided struggle no matter how conditions deteriorate for the class as a whole in the open-air concentration camp of class society. His measure of success is not how he is doing in absolute terms, but how he is doing relative to other wage slaves. — Anonymous

I wanted to tell her happy was hard for me. But I think she already knew that. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

The scripts that I've been getting are of epic proportion. People want me to lead the big armies. — John Boyega

( ... ) [H]e removed his shoe and discovered a flattened black mass of chewing gum embedded deep in the zig-zag tread of the sole. Upper lip arched in disgust, he was still picking, cutting and scraping away with a pocket knife as the train began to move. Beneath the patina of grime, the gum was still slightly pink, like flesh, and the smell of peppermint was faint but distinct. How appalling, the intimate contact with the contents of a stranger's mouth, the bottomless vulgarity of people who chewed gum and who let it fall from their lips where they stood. — Ian McEwan