Basirat Yussuf Quotes & Sayings

I think everybody has a little bit of an asshole inside of them. — Stanley Tucci

A considerable breakdown in my health has scared me from the anxieties, responsibilities and excitement of my profession; whether temporarily or permanently cannot yet be determined but, whatever may be the issue, be assured that nothing was better calculated to soothe me than the kind interest manifested by the pupils of Guy's Hospital during the many trying years devoted to that institution. — Thomas Addison

You have to be able to get inside the heads of the characters and completely sympathize and understand them — Carlton Cuse

Truth is a statement in accord with the facts. — Columbia Law Books

We are no longer awkward younglings. Our enemies may be fearsome, but so are we. It is time we remind them of that. — Christopher Paolini

Both songs are really, really intense when it comes to performing them, and very draining at the same time. — Deborah Cox

You do not always say goodbye to those you love beside a deathbed, in an atmosphere of leisure and incense. — Graham Greene

I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth. — Tim O'Brien

I'm only doing this," he said, "because I really love hiding in haunted Eldren buildings on dark and creepy nights."
"You're a liar," said Jean, slowly. "I'm only doing this because I've always wanted to see Bug get eaten by an Eldren ghost."
"Liar," said Calo. "I'm only doing this because I fucking love hauling half a ton of bloody coins up out of a vault and packing them away on a cart."
"Liar!" Galdo chuckled. "I'm only doing this because while you're all busy elsewhere, I'm going to go pawn all the furniture in the burrow at No-Hope Harza's."
"You're all liars," said Locke as their eyes turned expectantly to him.
"We're only doing this because nobody else in Camorr is good enough to pull this off, and nobody else is dumb enough to get stuck doing it in the first place."
"Bastard!" They shouted in unison, forgetting their surroundings for a bare moment. — Scott Lynch

I opened my mouth. My tongue wouldn't form words. I had so much to say. I took a bite of spaghetti. Time passed. When she stopped speaking, her eyes were wet. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were full. Full of eighteen years of what someone had taken from her. I smiled and stood. I looked away. I ran my fingers through my hair. As I carried my plate to the sink she raised her hand to her face. Wiping eighteen years of love from her eyes, she spoke, "I love you Marc. — Scott Hildreth