Aafke Pronunciation Quotes & Sayings

If you don't master money, it's going to master you. — Tony Robbins

They rode out together from the shadows of the trees, leaving the Bala Hissar and the glowing torch of the burning Residency behind them, and spurred away across the flat lands towards the mountains ...
And it may even be that they found their Kingdom. — M.M. Kaye

The only thing Americans love more than Walmart and firearms (and buying firearms at Walmart) is accents. — Brian Moylan

I shiver and Tom wakes. It's light enough to see his eyes open.
"Are you cold?" he says. "Baby, are you cold?"
He turns so that his arms are around me again. Baby, are cold?-and the ball of hurt inside me swells. — Alison McGhee

If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love. — Amy Carmichael

He was sulking. It was natural. If it had been a daughter or son, the parent would have rushed to find out why she or he did not turn up. The parent would have imagined all sorts of harm that might have happened to the beloved child. But a lover always sulks. A lover feels betrayed. A lover feels as if the beloved has deliberately jilted him. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya

Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such a fate, For that is my conception of hell-fire. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sometimes it also helps to have a bit less pride. — Alex Flinn

People would tell you how to live life and what to do. Don't listen them. Just do what is right and what your heart wants. They will ultimately agree with you — Laksh Kishore

sheepish, clarification. "Now, that plastic," Clark said. "Do you happen to — Jeffrey Toobin

It's really sort of morbid, but she said her mother wanted to see me all her life. And when she died, she made just one request: that a picture of me be put into her casket. So somewhere in England, I'm in a casket. — Hank Snow

Reading in bed is a self-centered act, immobile, free from ordinary social conventions, invisible to the world, and one that, because it takes place between the sheets, in the realm of lust and sinful idleness, has something of the thrill of things forbidden. — Alberto Manguel