Quotes About Hans

It was my dream, and probably the dream of every one of us, to bring about a revision of the Versailles Treaty by peaceful means, which was provided for in that very treaty.

Hans then asked him about painting from nature; Jackson...bluntly offered a phrase that entered Village lore, "I am nature.

Olaf was a genius. This, she realized, watching the snowman struggle, was love. Olaf had been willing to put himself in danger because he didn't want to see her get hurt. Love wasn't the canned romantic declarations. That was nothing but fluff. That was what Hans had thrown at her and what she had mistaken for love. Pure, true love was what Olaf was showing her right now - sacrifice.

The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the act of forgetting.

I am stupid Hans Hubermann told his foster daughter And kind, which makes me the biggest idiot in the world.

Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the art of forgetting.

England and France had made their declaration on Germany. To steal a phrase from Hans Hubermann: The fun begins.

On Friday a statement arrived to say that Hans Hubermann was to be drafted into the German army. A member of the Party would be happy to play a role in the war effort, it concluded. If he wasn't, there would certainly be consequences

Where are your sons? asked the prince. Well, it's not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question! said the woman.

Well, that's not easy to answer when the question is so stupidly put...

looking old witch in the road. Her under-lip hung quite down on her breast, and she stopped and said, "Good

General Tanz was as punctual as Radio Berlin, the State Railways, or death itself.

SPIDER PIG SPIDER PIG Does whatever a SPIDER PIG does Can he swing From a web No he cant He's a pig Look ouut! He is a SPIDER PIG!!

My first ever job of doing additional writing for Hans was 'Batman Begins', so that's going back I don't know, are we at 13 years now? I was his assistant for maybe ten years, a long journey.

My first endeavor was to save the core of the German system of justice: the independent judiciary.

But if they had no sun, they had snow. Such masses of snow as Hans Castorp had never till now in all his life beheld.

The man from Beirut came in and watched. He stood beside Hans. Then he stood beside the furniture-maker and whispered to him in English, their secret language. 'The guy's locked himself in the cabin.

It's a parapraxis, a classic Freudian slip. 'Little Hans!' Freud's most famous case study about the boy—

J.-M.-R. Tillard, Flesh of the Church, Flesh of Christ: At the Source of the Ecclesiology of Coninaunion, trans. Madeleine Beaumont (Collegeville, MN: Liturgical, 2000).

Maximus expressly says that the Incarnation—more precisely, the drama of Cross, grave, and Resurrection—is not only the midpoint of world history but the foundational idea of the world itself.

I guess I am running the risk of becoming the Hans Christian Andersen of opera.

Only then, Hans would insist on committing another portrait against me.

Hans nods emphatically, lips pressed together, eyes bright and taunting, like a dog who steals a handkerchief so you will chase