Charhonda Quotes & Sayings

His grin widens, and leaning down, he undoes the tie. — E.L. James

The loyal subject serves not two lords. The chaste woman knows no second man. — Anonymous

We look our best in subdued colors, sophisticated cuts, and a general air of sleek understatement. — Jil Sander

Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

In order to deal with the fear of annihilation you have to face annihilation again and again and again. It's not enough just to understand this intellectually. It's not enough just to read about this. You need to watch yourself being annihilated right now. If you can manage to sit quietly as you disappear from existence moment by moment, then you can see it's really nothing to be afraid of. You gotta meditate. Nobody likes to hear that. But it's true. — Brad Warner

Sometimes my sin is not what I do; it also describes what I don't do when I know I should. — Thomas A Kempis

Barrons' lips twitched. I'd almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid. — Karen Marie Moning

Talk to Bob Arum, cos he's my man. Don King kiss my ass! — James Toney

Many a man will have the courage to die gallantly, but will not have the courage to say, or even to think, that the cause for which he is asked to die is an unworthy one. — Bertrand Russell

I have heard that one can conquer the empire on horseback, but one cannot govern it on horseback. — Kublai Khan

I've made plenty of mistakes as a keeper, that's for sure. I'll make plenty more before I'm through. — Tim Howard

Torture a single chicken and you risk arrest. Abuse hundreds of thousands of chickens for their entire lives? That's agribusiness. — Anonymous

My soul recognized him and it was easy to be in sync with him - to feel like I'd known him forever. — Char Sharp

No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it's cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence. — Cassandra Clare