Bekaret Quotes & Sayings

People will tell you that the world is divided into good and bad, and that I'm bad, but it's not, and I'm not. The real truth is that I make choices based on my circumstances. We all do. It trumps everything else, whether you know it or not. There has never been a good or bad. — Zia Marie

As she said, she was 'fond of luxury', and her chief trouble was poverty. — Louisa May Alcott

Don't panic, Prey panics, and then prey gets eaten. — Jeaniene Frost

All I can do is remind you of what you have forgotten. — Eckhart Tolle

You could do a lot worse. — Suzanne Collins

The space between the idea of something and its reality is always wide and deep and dark. The longer they are kept apart - idea of thing, reality of thing - the wider the width, the deeper the depth, the thicker and darker the darkness. — Jamaica Kincaid

I don't know about the rest of you who have little voices, but something about mine made me feel completely compelled to listen to it. — James Patterson

Look, John's last-minute economic plan does nothing to tackle the number-one job facing the middle class, and it happens to be, as Barack says, a three-letter word: jobs. J-O-B-S, jobs. — Joe Biden

It seems to me that violence against women has been tolerated for so long that the world has become numb to it. — Zainab Salbi

All I noticed was how the sunlight reflected off Nikki's dark hair, lighting her up like a homing beacon, pulling me to her. Maybe I was the only one who saw it that way.
No. The guy who had his arms around her probably saw it that way too.
"He has a clinging problem, doesn't he?" I commented.
Meredith scoffed. "Epic love clings epically. — Brodi Ashton

I'm a human, too. I'm not an angel. I'm a devil. — Nichkhun

Only he whose bright lyre
has sounded in shadows
may, looking onward, restore
his infinite praise.
Only he who has eaten
poppies with the dead
will not lose ever again
the gentlest chord.
Though the image upon the pool
often grows dim:
Know and be still.
Inside the Double World
all voices become
eternally mild. — Rainer Maria Rilke

Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful? she said, and the hurt in his eyes softened into confusion. — Cassandra Clare