Bulma Adventure Quotes & Sayings

Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!
yes, the whole man,
as the crucible gold. — Alphonse De Lamartine

The secret to a long and loving marriage is to choose, everyday, to be married. — Jacqueline Patricks

If you chase the art, you really can't fail because you'll always be able to look at yourself in the mirror. And that's not about making angry decisions, either, it's about always doing the right thing for you, your fans and your art. — Gerard Way

Each morning we sat reading our copy of the New York Times, the Washington Post or the Los Angeles Times and ruminated on their prophecies of doom and quagmire. Then we looked up to see, on television, correspondents actually embedded with our troops, reporting quick advances, one- sided firefights, melting opposition and, finally, welcoming crowds. — Dick Morris

Now, I'm not against sex before marriage, but two minutes before? When the organist played "Here Comes the Bride" ... — Joan Rivers

The dense Yin Organs of the Liver, Heart, Spleen, Lung, and Kidney store the essential and potential energy derived from substances; the hollow Yang Organs of the Gallbladder, Small Intestine, Stomach, Large Intestine, and Bladder process the substances of the external environment. — Harriet Beinfield

I'm working my way toward divinity. — Bette Midler

He tasted deliciously of bacon. — Ruthie Knox

The immigrant's heart marches to the beat of two quite different drums, one from the old homeland and the other from the new. The immigrant has to bridge these two worlds, living comfortably in the new and bringing the best of his or her ancient identity and heritage to bear on life in an adopted homeland. — Mary McAleese

Alright. Have fun. I'm out. Text me if you need me." She leaned to whisper in my ear. "Do you remember the code for a 911 emergency date exit?"
She pulled back to look at me seriously.
"Uh, 911?"
"Good girl." She smiled at me and then at Caleb. Have fun you two!" She waved over her shoulder. — Shelly Crane

RICE-WATER, n. A mystic beverage secretly used by our most popular novelists and poets to regulate the imagination and narcotize the conscience. — Ambrose Bierce