Top 15 Mijn Verjaardag Quotes
#1. Living for today will bring about dying for today. You can't just think 'I'm going to die anyway', because that's what's stopping us from moving forward.
Queen Latifah
#3. I can't remember why or how I started writing, but I think it was always a way of making sense of the world.
Andrea Arnold
#4. It was sometimes inconvenient to have the gold-green, slit-pupilled eyes of a cat, but this was usually easily hidden with a small glamour, and if not, well, there were quite a few ladies-and men-who didn't find it a drawback.
Cassandra Clare
#5. I am not anti-English, and I never was.
Andy Murray
#6. I understand the rural South, because I spent a lot of time in it when I was a kid. My grandfather's brothers were farmers. I spent time on the farm as a kid with them, walking through the fields, working, and hanging out.
Samuel L. Jackson
#7. Man is the matter of the cosmos, contemplating itself.
Carl Sagan
#8. You say things that make my eyes close and I find that marvelous.
Edith Piaf
#9. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote.
Sylvia Plath
#10. Maybe it is desperation," I say. "Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love."
He looks at me, and in the sunlight his eyes come alive with greens and golds. "Sometimes we can," he says.
Lauren DeStefano
#12. To Homer, libraries were holy places like churches, and the priestly librarians a blessed race, a saving remnant in a world of sin. Whenever God grew impatient and decided to destroy the world he remembered the librarians and stayed his hand.
Jane Langton
#13. No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.
Oscar Wilde
#15. Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.
Rumi