Hadta Que Quotes & Sayings

Most of the results of using technical bugging devices were of little importance for my service. It may have been different in counter-intelligence, where bugs in flats, etc., were used to obtain a lot of information about what counter-intelligence was interested in. — Markus Wolf

Loving someone unconditionally is the ultimate joy; to feel that you are beloved is ultimate happiness. — Debasish Mridha

A silence is needed before death, before life, before love. If you love a person you sit silently with the person. You would not like to chatter, you would like to just hold their hand and live and be silent in that moment. If you chatter, that means you are avoiding the person - love is not really there. If you love life, chattering will drop, because every moment is so filled with life that there is no way, no space to chatter. Each moment life is flooding you so vitally - where is the time to gossip and chatter? — Rajneesh

If I can save a few lives, I'm going to feel much better about myself when this war finally ends. Or if I die, I'll be able to face the Lord. — Dean Hughes

To sweat in some duties of religion, and freeze in others is the symptom of a disordered Christian. — Thomas Watson

So far as we live and strive at all, our lives are various, are needed for the whole, and are unique. — Josiah Royce

Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference. — Walter Scott

The truth is that life will break us and burn us at some point on the journey. This is not pessimistic or cynical but descriptive of the geography of being alive. It is part of how we are transformed by the journey. Yet when we're broken or burned by events, we feel betrayed by God. When we're broken or burned by people, we feel betrayed by other souls. — Mark Nepo

Saw you out there in the garden. Looked so damn ... fine," he said, quietly. "Was like I hadta have ya, right then. Bubbled up like ... I dunno, puke or somethin'." Jack chuckled. "You sure have a way with words, D. — Jane Seville

My grandma always had chocolate-covered cherries," D said, his tone curled at the edges, like he'd surprised himself with the memory. Jack slid up a little so he could watch D's face. "Usedta love them things. The way they'd kinda burst open when ya bit 'em, and that syrupy stuff inside, then the cherry. I'd bite off one side a the shell real careful-like, so none a the syrup spilled, then suck all the gooey out, then fish out the cherry with my tongue, then I'd just have the chocolate shell left and I'd nibble on it 'til it was gone. She'd only let me have one or two so I hadta make 'em last." He glanced at Jack, who was just staring at him, his mouth open. "What?"
"That is the sexiest thing I've ever heard."
D flushed and fidgeted. "Aw, hell."
"Seriously. Ask me how much I want to go get some chocolate-covered cherries right now just so I can watch you eat them. — Jane Seville

Only those of our poets who kept solidly to the Shakespearean tradition achieved any measure of success. But Keats was the last great exponent of that tradition, and we all know how thin, how lacking in charm, the copies of Keats have become. — Amy Lowell