Calinawan Properties Quotes & Sayings

One of the main lessons I have learned during my five years as Secretary-General is that broad partnerships are the key to solving broad challenges. When governments, the United Nations, businesses, philanthropies and civil society work hand-in-hand, we can achieve great things. — Ban Ki-moon

I know very few people who have literally improvised a film from start to finish. — Martin Freeman

You can choose to believe whatever you wish; just remember that your beliefs drive your behavior. — Hyrum W. Smith

There is no greater path than the act of listening. — Bryant McGill

The flirty old moon eased his way across the warped and sooty floorboards and kissed my bare toes, turning my feet as luminous as the skin of cinema stars. — Cat Winters

Amazing grace, amazing love. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I didn't know that anything was wrong with me until the media got involved in my life. — Kelly Osbourne

As an entrepreneur, you never stop learning. — Daymond John

Some people's inner child is a colicky baby. — Annamaria Alfieri

There's not such thing as handsome princes, she told herself.
There's no such thing as happily ever after.
She looked up at Park. Into his golden green eyes.
You saved my life, she tried to tell him.
Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's right now is yours. Always. — Rainbow Rowell

When I'd tell people I like country music they'd get this look on their faces. People were kind of ashamed of country. — Loretta Lynn

And in the vine of the divine,
There is a fine line;
Between tragedy and comedy,
That a man cannot define. — Stephan Attia

You Don't Know What Love Is
But you know how to raise it in me
like a dead girl winched up from a river. How to
wash off the sludge, the stench of our past.
How to start clean. This love even sits up
and blinks; amazed, she takes a few shaky steps.
Any day now she'll try to eat solid food. She'll want
to get into the fast car, one low to the ground, and drive
to some cinderblock shithole in the desert
where she can drink and get sick and then
dance in nothing but her underwear. You know
where she's headed, you know she'll wake up
with an ache she can't locate and no money
and a terrible thirst. So to hell
with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt
and your tongue down my throat
like an oxygen tube. Cover me
in black plastic. Let the mourners through. — Kim Addonizio