Blue Nose Pitbull Quotes & Sayings

He held his broken phone in his hands, feeling the cracks that Sang had made into the screen. It
almost looked like a tree. He didn't want to replace it. She could break all his things. — C.L.Stone

I still lack to a considerable degree that naturally superior kind of manner that I would dearly like to possess. — Heinrich Himmler

The problem of Palestine was that everyone wanted things simple: everyone was an extremist because everyone wanted things simple. It was the problem of humanity. Good and evil, as if there were only those two. The interesting thing was to seek truth and then face it. — Amy Wilentz

How could she remain angry with him, this man whom she loved so much? — Sarah Price

It takes an enormous humility to die. The strange thing is that everyone turns out to have it! — Emil Cioran

I once heard a wise man say there are no perfect men. Only perfect intentions. — Morgan Freeman

I think the climate is too important to say we are going to wait until all our economic woes are over before we act effectively. — Malcolm Fraser

Alvarenga believed he didn't need a doctor to diagnose what was wrong. He was suffering from a yearlong tortilla drought. — Jonathan Franklin

My muse changes all the time because I think every designer is a bit of a muse for themselves in a way - they just don't want to say it. — Donatella Versace

She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die. — E. M. Forster

Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective. — Colleen Hoover

Yes - no. Creaking. A rusty handle turning, or a wooden door forced open until its hinges buckle, or to me, to me it was the sound of something growing. I sometimes imagine that if we could hear trees growing we'd hear them...creak...like that. I knocked again, and the creaking stopped, but a silence began. A silence I didn't feel good about at all. But I felt obliged to do whatever I could do...if I left a door closed and it transpired that somebody might have lived if I had only opened it in time...I couldn't bear that...so I had to try the door no matter what. — Helen Oyeyemi