Dimanakah Pusat Quotes & Sayings

Why do we love the idea that people might be secretly working together to control and organise the world? Because we don't like to face the fact that our world runs on a combination of chaos, incompetence and confusion. — Jonathan Cainer

I wanted to choose somewhere public, because I was scared of the KGB. — Mathias Rust

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company. — Bruce Springsteen

Actors today think that being true is being nice, or being some other "set" thing. That is not the truth. That is your miserable habit of boring everybody to death. — Stella Adler

The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. — David Mitchell

The Dharma Path is to keep walking forward. But the true Dharma has no going forward, no going backward, and no standing still. — Ajahn Chah

God's love freely working in us never fails to embrace others, helping them love too. - Jane Owen - — Gary Chapman

No one wants adversity. Trials, disappointments, sadness, and heartache come to us from two basically different sources. Those who transgress the laws of God will always have those challenges. The other reason for adversity is to accomplish the Lord's own purposes in our life that we may receive the refinement that comes from testing. It is vitally important for each of us to identify from which of these two sources come our trials and challenges, for the corrective action is very different. — Richard G. Scott

You're my favourite place." He breathed. "Let me lose myself in you."
"I wouldn't want you anywhere else. — Lilly James

the more brutal or austere the diet, the harder it is to keep. — Padma Lakshmi

For me, walking has become less physical transit than mental transportation. It is engaging. I have become, I fear, a difficult walking companion, liable to slow down and point at things. I can turn this off, but I love to have it on: a sense of wonder that I, and we all, have a predisposition to but have forgotten to enjoy. — Alexandra Horowitz

How do you tell somebody how to find what they're looking for when ten years ago you came from the same place, and have yet to find it yourself? — Tony Earley

That night she heard the branches tapping against the house and the window frames rattle. She sat alone and thought of the geese, she could hear them out there. It had gotten cold. The wind was blowing their feathers. They lived a long time, ten or fifteen years, they said. The one they had seen on the lawn might still be alive, settled back into the fields with the others, in from the ocean where they went to be safe, the survivors of bloody ambushes. Somewhere in the wet grass, she imagined, lay one of them, dark sodden breast, graceful neck still extended, great wings striving to beat, bloody sounds coming from the holes in its beak. She went around and turned on the lights. The rain was coming down, the sea was crashing, a comrade lay dead in the whirling darkness. — James Salter