Oh Land Quotes
When a Lady chooses to Change Her Mind, ' said the Mouse with a touch of hauteur, 'a Gentleman would consider it no more than her Privilege, and not Badger Her About It.
Fifty grand for a paper bucket? Well it was all about context, you see.
Such is the psychology of crowds that the majority will follow whoever appeared to be in power...
Artificially to incite hatred is not only supererogatory in politics and foreign relations, it is also positively harmful.
...for a man is a Herdentier - an animal that always follows the herd, a gregarious animal - and quickly follow's its neighbour example.
An independent newspaper? It is a newspaper that looks nothing like a newspaper.
It's easy for common people to say what they think about the government. No one listens to them.
While the truth is putting on its shoes, the lie becomes a president!
Men never forget true love. They always remember all the women they couldn't have.
Walking through life, we spend most of our energy choosing the right shoes.
Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!
She was the most beautiful, terrible thing he'd ever seen, like an acetylene flame, an incandescent filament, a fallen star right in front of him.
Old, is it?" the man asks."Yes, very.""Pre-war, is it?""Yes, " I say. "If by war you mean the Norman invasion.
For every item that carries the darkness of humanity there's one that holds the light. And that light is worth believing in. Not just in others, but in yourself as well.
How we treat our land, how we build upon it, how we act toward our air and water, in the long run, will tell what kind of people we really are.-Laurance S. Rockefeller
You mustn't bury yourself alive, forget to rise up, or bind yourself to the dust in melancholy surrender.
I find it quite incredible how much peace and quiet a person actually needs in order to devote himself entirely to his thoughts.
There is a perfect marriage. Any marriage counselor can tell you that.
Reese sucked in a breath and played faster, hurling the anger through his fingers until it spun all hisfear, all his rage, into the gentle voice of music.
Will we always find faults with our accommodations because of the turmoil in our own hearts?
