Amagai Vs Ichigo Quotes & Sayings

I grew up in Deptford in south London, and at that time I used to wear toppers, loon pants and tonic suits from shops like Take 6 and Topman. I was a bit of a soul boy, but I had a very eclectic taste in music - I was into James Brown and Bowie; and I was the only kid in the neighbourhood who would also be listening to Chopin. — Gary Oldman

A professional writer is a joke. You write because you can't do anything else, and then you have another job. — Jamaica Kincaid

Did you know? Duke Kahanamoku competed in four Olympics from 1912 to 1932 setting three world-records, while winning three gold medals, two silver, and one bronze. — John Richard Stephens

Get out of my face with your weirdness. — Kylie Scott

If your gonna screw up, do it while you're young. Older you get, the harder it is to bounce back. — Winston Groom

If they don't like you who the fuck cares. — Sara Quin

I love you, Emmy. You're mine. All of you. Your heart, mind and body. And I'm yours. — Kendall Ryan

Why add prime numbers? Prime numbers are made to be multiplied, not added. — Lev Landau

If the WHY is BIG ENOUGH, the HOW usually not a problem — Merry Riana

After all, nothing nurtures a friendship bond more than the ability to consistently bitch about someone else! — Pawan Mishra

Avoid triggers. If you're an alcoholic, stay out of bars. If you're a depressed or impulsive shopper, don't go shopping. When you have to, go in with a list, rush in, and rush out. If you watch too much television, don't sit in your favorite chair. In fact, move it (or the TV) to another room. — Richard O'Connor

I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves,
And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,
And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves.
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms,
Under the star of dusk, through stealing mist,
And blessed the earth, and gone, while no man wist.
With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes,
And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep;
While the earth dreamed, and only I was ware
Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams;
There was no sound amid the sacred boughs.
Nor any mournful music in her streams:
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the yearly slain,
And wept, and weep until she come again. — Frederic Manning

And it only seems fitting that, in this moment of illusion, the words just come out of me. I love you, too. — Lauren DeStefano