Bukidnon Province Quotes & Sayings

chicken eggs sell for two million reichsmarks apiece, and rheumatic fever stalks Children's House like a wolf. There is no butter or meat. Fruit is a memory. — Anthony Doerr

Writing is harmless, and it keeps me in dinners and out of trouble. — Paul Bowles

Picture this scene. A critic arrives at the gates of heaven. 'And what did you do?' asks Saint Peter. 'Well', says the dead soul. 'I criticised things'. 'I beg your pardon?' 'You know, other people wrote things, performed things, painted things and I said stuff like, "thin and unconvincing", "turgid and uninspired", "competent and serviceable," ... you know'. — Stephen Fry

This hellhound (pride) creepeth into men's hearts and plucketh them back from entering the right path of life and is so deeply rooted in men's breasts that she cannot be plucked out. — Thomas More

Anyone who knows me knows that I always like to keep moving. — Jose Andres

Till I see money spent on the betterment of man instead of on his idleness and destruction, I shall not believe in any perfect form of government ... — Margot Asquith

People change. It can happen quickly or it can happen slowly, but it will happen. Your job is to see it, recognize it. You gotta talk to each other. You might love blueberry pie and think it's the best fuckin' food on earth. Then one day, you decide you want to try lemon meringue. But your husband, he still thinks you like blueberry, so he keeps giving you blueberry every year for your birthday thinking he's doing the right thing. Your job is to tell him you want to try something different, and his job is to ask if you still like it. It goes both ways. She stopped liking blueberry pie a long time ago, Inky. Maybe if I'd asked, maybe if I hadn't worked long hours, I'd have noticed. So that's my advice. — J.B. Hartnett

What's the use of being good if you are not good to yourself? — Bangambiki Habyarimana

Above my cradle loomed the bookcase where/ Latin ashes and the dust of Greece/ mingled with novels, history, and verse/ in one dark Babel. I was folio-high/ when I first heard the voices. — Charles Baudelaire

When God
wishes to help,
he lets us weep.
Wherever water flows,
life flourishes,
wherever tears fall
divine mercy is shown. — Rumi