English Tagalog Quotes & Sayings

The world is a sort of big house where everything has been made by someone, or at least fetched from somewhere — Paul L. Harris

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this. — J.A. Redmerski

Were we faultless, we would not derive such satisfaction from remarking the faults of others. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

The Lord Jesus cannot live in us fully and reveal Himself through us until the proud self within us is broken. This — Roy Hession

People who are harder to love pose a challenge, and the challenge makes them easier to love. You're driven to love them. People who want their love easy don't really want love. — Rachel Kushner

My dad is an ob-gyn - he's retired now - and he wanted to come to the States to make a better life, for opportunity. My mom said that, on the plane ride here, I did not want to speak a word of English - I spoke Tagalog. And then, after the first day of school, I didn't want to speak anything but English. — Reggie Lee

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning. — Anna Quindlen

I write entirely in English; Tagalog chauvinists chide me for this. I feel no guilt in doing so. But I am sad that I cannot write in my native Ilokano. History demanded this; if it isn't English I am using now, I would most probably be writing in Spanish like Rizal, or even German or Japanese. — F. Sionil Jose

Sisters, brothers and the whities, Blacks and the crackers, Police and their backers, They're all political actors — Curtis Mayfield

One afternoon we sat together on my futon and cried, knowing we were crying for our own exclusive concerns, and out of compassion for each other. We were tragically enmeshed; each the source of the other's pain, each the threshold of the other's future. We stood like tired boxers, clinging to each other to stop the beating. I could end her suffering, some of it, but only at my own expense. She was the only one who could see the magnitude of what was happening. She wasn't telling me it was somehow good for me. She knew what was at stake; she was weighing it every moment. We were two pieces in a puzzle that were negotiating the exact shape of the cut that would at once connect and divide us. We were pressing at each other through a curtain to establish the precise profile of our grief. — Amy Seek