Zeiset Auto Quotes & Sayings

L. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. — William Shakespeare

You don't need to go all through this for me." Alynna said in a whisper.

"Yeah, I never needed to. But I want to. I want you from the night I saw you, then I realized that I need you when you left. And then I realized that I love you when I married you. — Nicholaa Spencer

People don't know what they are doing most of the time. They don't know what they want. It's only in 'the movies' that they know what their problems are and have game plans to deal with them. — John Cassavetes

It's strange how someone can look so normal but be so lost. — Shannon Wiersbitzky

How do you teach a man who has lost everything, not to fear it happening again? How do you teach a person to trust in something none of us can guarantee? — Mia Sheridan

Away with the flat of her — Jojo Moyes

This is my mind's garden, I tend it; I order it. I have nothing to fear. — Rachel Hartman

Peter of Blois, a medieval theologian who died nearly three hundred years before Luther was born, expressed a sense of gratitude for the Christian writers of antiquity which should also characterize our attitude toward the reformers of the sixteenth century: "We are like dwarfs standing on the shoulders of giants; thanks to them, we see farther than they. Busying ourselves with the treatises written by the ancients, we take their choice thoughts, buried by age and human neglect, and we raise them, as it were, from death to renewed life. — Timothy George

That's all folks! — Mel Blanc

There is a danger that we can confuse being busy with being entertained and being relaxed with being bored. — David Miller

Repose is as necessary in conversation as in a picture. — William Hazlitt

Like Adam, we have all lost Paradise; and yet we carry Paradise around inside of us in the form of a longing for, almost a memory of, a blessedness that is no more, or the dream of a blessedness that may someday be again. — Frederick Buechner