Lincarnation Quotes

#1. I'm not a girlie girl at all.

Peta Todd

#2. Please," she said, "don't mention Jamie Fraser to my daughter.

Diana Gabaldon

#3. In his mature works from Ideas I, notably the Cartesian Meditations (1931), Husserl presented his approach as a radicalization of Descartes' project that sought to return knowledge to a foundation in the certainty of subjective experience (cogito ergo sum).

Dermot Moran

#4. In Australia, they really want to turn me into a religion. A religion! Can you imagine? The Church of Edna? Oh. I don't want to be over-revered.

Barry Humphries

#5. He who wills believes with a fair amount of certainty that will and action are somehow one; he ascribes the success, the carrying out of the willing, to the will itself, and thereby enjoys an increase of the sensation of power which accompanies all success.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#6. Children also have artistic ability, and there is wisdom in there having it! The more helpless they are, the more instructive are the examples they furnish us; and they must be preserved free of corruption from an early age.

Paul Klee

#7. I think that episode in the third season was great. I'm really glad that we did that. He got to sleep with Sydney and kill Evil Francie and go on a mission and pretend he's a rock star.

Bradley Cooper

#8. You're all I think about. My mind is constantly consumed by you, and it scares the hell out of me.

Abi Ketner

#9. By walking, I found out where I was going.

Irving Layton

#10. People have been modeling their lives after films for years, but the medium is somehow unsuited to moral lessons, cautionary tales or polemics of any kind.

Renata Adler

#11. One Bagatelle, and I'll raise you a novel," Megan had tweeted back.
"Writing for tea? Now that would have been a solution for the British empire," Laura returned.
"Writing for me," Megan had typed.
"I'll write you a tea fortune."
"No deal. I want a novel. September sounds good.

L.L. Barkat

#12. I can claim copyright only in myself, and occasionally in those who are either dead or have written about the same events, or who have a decent expectation of anonymity, or who are such appalling public shits that they have forfeited their right to bitch.

Christopher Hitchens

#13. A faint clap of thunder Clouded skies,
Perhaps rain comes
Will you stay here with me?

Makoto Shinkai