Angularjs Expression Inside Quotes & Sayings

The soul is an ocean enlarged by rivers of love. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Caring for friends opens the heart, and gifts us with the privilege of sharing the fruits of our self-imposed and necessary solitude. — Max Elliott Slade

They were nothing more than modern day pagan worshippers. Congregants of a religion built on greed and hedonism. The trading floor served as their shrine; the phones as their Holy Grail; and the clients as the prophets who would entitle them to choose between putting the next down payment on a Lamborghini or a Mercedes — Soroosh Shahrivar

A recent study found that people lie more when they are texting. Yeah, especially that one lie: Sorry, just got your text! — Jimmy Fallon

Even the most exalted states and the most exceptional spiritual accomplishments are unimportant if we cannot be happy in the most basic and ordinary ways, if we cannot touch one another and the life we have been given with our hearts. — Jack Kornfield

Speech is such definite thing ... Maybe it's a matter if sincerity. I'm never that certain of anything I feel about a person, and talking about it simplifies it all so brutally. It's easier to keep quiet. To act what you feel. Actions are softer. They can be interpreted in lots of different ways, and emotions should be interpreted in lots of different ways. — Andrew McGahan

As a journalist, I'm not supposed to be the subject, but as an author, I'm fair game - another ingredient in the media soup. — Michael Azerrad

It was August 1988, I was an 80s person, contemporaneous with Duran Duran and The Cure, not that fiddle and accordion music grandad listened to in the days when he trudged up the hill in the dusk with a friend to court grandma and her sisters. I didn't belong here, with all of my heart I felt that. It didn't help that I knew the forest was actually an 80s forest and the mountains actually 80s mountains. So what was I doing here? My plan had been to write. But I couldn't, I was all on my own and lonely to the depths of my soul. — Karl Ove Knausgard

No matter what she heard, how could she think it? I love her, damnit. How could she not know? — Maya Banks