Ahsoka Tano Famous Quotes & Sayings

You ask why I love you. For this: You are a minute of quiet in a loud shouting world. — Gabriel Gadfly

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way. — Ann Aguirre

My face always looks bored or depressed. It's not an accurate impression. — Tao Lin

Royce lifted Nicholas and tilted — Lana Williams

On this side my hand, and on that side yours.
Now is this golden crown like a deep well
That owes two buckets, filling one another,
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unseen and full of water:
That bucket down and full of tears am I,
Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high. — William Shakespeare

The problems of financing the universities and their intellectual freedom, threatened by political and bureaucratic interference, are problems which are invariant under the ism transformations: socialism, communism, capitalism, or any other ism or ology. — Serge Lang

Yes. Can you print these pictures and make sure the others have copies? Particularly Barry. He's Locator in Chief on this one." "I'll do it right now. I'm packing a Fujitsu ScanSnap. Great little on-the-go machine. — Stephen King

When I was 13, listening to Choice FM, I would listen to a lot of R&B from America, and whenever a British person tried to do it, it didn't really work, they just sounded like they were trying to copy that whole style. Now the music sounds British, something real rather than an imitation. — Katy B

It was some such feeling of completeness perhaps which, ten years ago, standing almost where she stood now, had made her say that she must be in love with the place. Love had a thousand shapes. There might be lovers whose gift it was to choose out the elements of things and place them together and so, giving them a wholeness not theirs in life, make of some scene, or meeting of people (all now gone and separate), one of those globed compacted things over which thought lingers, and love plays. — Virginia Woolf