Eagerness In Tagalog Quotes & Sayings

Can all this just be an accident? Or could there be some alien intelligence behind it? — Gene Roddenberry

Truth searches for no one. It waits to be found. — Suzy Kassem

The greatest legacy we can leave our children is happy memories. — Og Mandino

Is not he imprudent, who, seeing the tide making haste towards him apace, will sleep till the sea overwhelms him? — John Tillotson

Words and laws in this world made place for signs and symbols. — Ben Midland

Conflict is the place where character and plot intersect. — Nancy Kress

Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work. — Jeff Lindsay

I was raised in a bit of a hippie environment. I was lying around naked until I was two, having a good time. I think the California mentality is laid back and I definitely embody that. — Urijah Faber

When I was younger - up until I was 19 years old and in college - I was surrounded with people in high school who felt like they knew what they wanted to do with their lives, and that was intimidating to me because I didn't. — James Marsden

The feeling that we are all neglected and lonely but not so lonely that "others" do not see us in trouble, saves us from the worst suffering. — Albert Camus

Going about with a huge, heavy arm or dragging along a grossly disfigured leg. Men and women wore the lava-lava. "It's a very indecent costume," said Mrs. Davidson. "Mr. Davidson thinks it should be prohibited by law. How can you expect people to be moral when they wear nothing but a strip of red cotton round their loins?" "It's suitable enough to the climate," said the doctor, wiping the sweat off his head. Now that they were on land the heat, though it was so early in the morning, was already oppressive. Closed in by its hills, not a breath of air came in to Pago-Pago. "In our islands," Mrs. Davidson went on in her high-pitched tones, "we've practically eradicated the lava-lava. A few old men still continue to wear it, but that's all. The women have all taken to the Mother Hubbard, — W. Somerset Maugham