Gurkhas Ww2 Quotes & Sayings

I'm done. I don't need anything more out of life. I have you, and that's enough. — Alessandra Torre

Do you know that an Irishman always respond to a question with another?"
And the Irish guy replies "Who told you that? — Cathy Kelly

And I'm afraid, in this day and age, trust, which I count so, you know, I love loyalty. I love trust. — Elton John

I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it. — Joan Didion

I would be virtuous for my own sake, though nobody were to know it; as I would be clean for my own sake, though nobody were to see me. — Anthony Ashley Cooper

I am absolutely, one hundred percent sincere right now- I have your back, and I won't fuck with you. — Gillian Flynn

Social media can easily become the equivalent of junk food for our soul — Ken Shigematsu

What great faith our Lord Jesus Christ asks of us - and how just that is. Do we not owe him such faith? It looks impossible to us, but Jesus is Master of the impossible. — Charles De Foucauld

A faith so weak that it is not sufficient unto itself but requires that others tiptoe around it for fear of hurting it, knows deep down that it is a lie. — Joe Blow

I feel vulnerable a lot interacting with human beings and being honest with people, and if I read their energy kind of not getting or shutting me down or this feeling of where we're not connecting, that's kind of a vulnerable place for me. — Matt Nathanson

I think I'm an abstinence symbol. If I take my shirt off, people will not have babies. — Jesse Eisenberg

He remembered the bed well, for he lay in a similar one about two years ago on a night he wished to forget. He had fed his desires that evening, and now its memories followed him like a starved feral cat. — Jason Huebinger

nobody ever said smart people had to be sane, and nobody ever said that intelligence has to be paired with wisdom. — Yasmine Galenorn

I haven't really had too many bosses. Any bad boss I had probably was because I was a bad employee. — Jason Sudeikis

Superficially, the figure in the smoking-room was that of a long, weedy young man - hairless as to his face; scalped with a fine lank fleece of neutral tint; pale-eyed, and slave to a bored and languid expression, over which he had little control, though it frequently misrepresented his mood. He was dressed scrupulously, though not obtrusively, in the mode, and was smoking a pungent cigarette with an air that seemed balanced between a genuine effort at self-abstraction and a fear of giving offence by a too pronounced show of it. In this state, flying bubbles of conversation broke upon him as he sat a little apart and alone.
("The Accursed Cordonnier") — Bernard Capes