Antisemitismus Wikipedia Quotes

#1. The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)

George R R Martin

#2. Pella felt relieved to sit across from someone who was willing to act so unreservedly glum in her presence, as if she weren't there. David never did that
David's eyes were always right on her, probing, admiring, assessing, enjoying. That was what he called love.

Chad Harbach

#3. window of the train and gazed at the gloomy blackness of the Finite Forest, wondering if their lives would ever get any

Lemony Snicket

#4. It is the rarest of qualities: to feel something - anything - for someone beside yourself. And in my experience it is rarer still to have empathy for people you don't know.

Francine Prose

#5. I like to think we're all born to do good, but dark things sometimes get in the way.

Anonymous

#6. What better proof of love can there be than money? A ten-shilling note shows incontrovertibly just how mad about you a man is.

Quentin Crisp

#7. No one is making me say this. No one is making me tell this story. Nobody's ever been much good at making me say anything I hadn't already made up my mind to say.

Elizabeth Bear

#8. Whatever you do, don't ever use a crutch, and don't ever think of having an excuse for not having said, 'Yeah, I did my best.'

Isadore Sharp

#9. I have never liked Morrissey, and I still don't. I think it's hilarious, actually, what things I've heard about him, what he's really like, and his public persona is so different. He's such an actor.

Robert Smith

#10. Discipleship is not an option. Jesus says that if anyone would come after me, he must follow me.

Timothy Keller

#11. We deal five minutes with a person and their conversion and then we spend the next fifty years trying to disciple a goat into a sheep. I'm not saying this because I'm angry. I'm saying this because countless people are being deceived.

Paul Washer

#12. All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

William Butler Yeats