2526215724 Quotes & Sayings

Boxing isn't just about brute strength; it's about skill and outwitting your opponent. — Lennox Lewis

The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember. — Donna Lynn Hope

Love has been the ontological pattern for me. And also the withholding pattern. — Masha Tupitsyn

The condition of true naming, on the poet's part, is his resigning himself to the divine aura which breathes through forms, and accompanying that. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

There's a certain kind of woman who will notice someone's terror and call it bravery. — Catherine Lacey

Even innocent Adam is liker to forget God in a paradise, than Joseph in a prison, or Job upon a dunghill(376)[.] — Richard Baxter

You have to take your ego out of it and say, do I want people to be obsequious to me or do I want to write good books? If it's the latter, you have to take criticism. It's annoying, but that's how to do good stuff; listen to other people. — Denise Mina

He reeked of manipulation and control. — Pepper Winters

I would always rather be working on the band. All that other stuff is stuff I really enjoy doing, but I don't consider it ... like, I don't want to be a producer. I don't consider that as my life's goal. — Guy Picciotto

No conceptually regimented and normatively informed theory of mental disorder can be devised without taking philosophy of mind seriously and knowing something about this subject area of philosophy and of such topics as consciousness, Intentionality, personal identity, the mind/body problem and rationality. — George Graham

If God gave you a second chance, would you do anything differently?" I — Paulo Coelho

I'm afraid of myself. I don't understand this compulsion of mine to seek out the street and the night when it does me so much harm. — Aura Estrada

... Shannon's fingers itched to smash the man in the face. Inside his head he kept telling himself,
Keep cool, baby, absolutely cool. — Frederick Forsyth

Aldrik laughed darkly. "What did you think I was?" he snarled. "Did you think I went to war and read books?" Vhalla took another step back. "You ran head-first into my daily hell. Would it not be more convenient if weapons of death and torture could not talk back?" Vhalla forced herself not to tremble as she looked at him. He glared at her; the orange of the fire reflecting in the black mirrors of his eyes.
With all the bravery she possessed, Vhalla crossed the distance between them; he straightened and looked down at her, imposing. Vhalla swallowed hard and tried to muster her last scrap of confidence. There would be time later to ask him about the real reasons behind the war. For now, they needed to go home.
She grabbed his hand, praying it didn't burst into flames at her touch. It didn't.
"Quit being stupid, Aldrik. Let's go." His features barely softened, but it was more than enough to know she had made herself clear. Whatever this man was, he wasn't a monster. — Elise Kova

There were so much affairs of me created by the media ... of course I was not always a true single. I had some relations, once also to a famous pop star. — Gabriela Sabatini