Anele Ngcongca Quotes & Sayings

Well, that's what life is - this collection of extraordinarily ordinary moments. We just need to pay attention to them all. Wake up and pay attention to how beautiful it all is. — Alexander Payne

A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself. — Augustus Hare

I'd say that all nations have contact with the truth, and all religions have admirable people. — Jon Voight

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. — Lord Byron

They couldn't talk. They were not good talkers, either of them. And once, long ago now, she had bought a notebook for a course. It lay empty and forgotten on the kitchen table until one afternoon, when she had gone out to the shops and he was worried that she would be killed by a bus or by lightning, he opened the notebook and he wrote lines about how he loved her, the way he loved her, about his fucking heart and crap like that, about his body brimful and his scrambled head. All that. She came back from the shops. He left the notebook where it was, and he didn't mention it. And it wasn't until about a week later that he noticed it again, and he flicked it open, and he saw his lines followed by lines from her. She'd written words that she had never said. He sat down. He read them over and over for a long time. Then he wrote a paragraph for her to find. — Keith Ridgway

better now. And a bit like an idiot." "Why?" "It's like you said. He was just using me. It's so obvious." I see a strange twist in Corey's demeanor, and realize with surprise that he's going to start defending Nathan - not for Nathan's sake, but so that I can justify feeling fooled rather than stupid. "I don't know. Sounds — Aubrey Parker

I won't ever set the world on fire as a painter,' Dickie said, 'but I get a great deal of pleasure out of it. — Patricia Highsmith

When I shared a room with my sister Trisha, we drew a line down the middle. She had Laura Ashley stuff with flowers everywhere, and her whole side of the room was white, while my side of the room was painted, freaky and covered with stuff. — Melissa Joan Hart