Hang Seng Quotes & Sayings

They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense.
But now I knew that every mad word was true. — Rosamund Hodge

Maybe now that we have the same sponsor in Remington we can spend some time together outdoors. — Dale Earnhardt

Not even anthropologists or intellectuals, no matter how many books they have, can find out all our secrets. — Rigoberta Menchu

Everyone has an opinion; the question is which opinions are actually relevant to your journey and which are just static in the air? — Kimora Lee Simmons

You can burn down my churches. But I shall be free. — Paul Simon

[Life] wasn't a fairy tale, and it didn't have a happy ending--but then again, no story did. In the end everybody dies... But you can be happy right up until the last page... — Aury Wallington

Jacob cut his gaze to me. I wasn't quiet sure how to convey, /I know we hate him, but based on the circumstances, it was the most logical thing to do/, with a nonverbal signal. I widened my eyes a little. — Jordan Castillo Price

The whole point of design is to make people feel better about themselves. — Geoffrey Beene

Be aware of who in your life is actually interested in hearing you discuss your writing, and who's just asking to be polite. Listening to writers talk about their work is often excruciatingly dull. — Hanya Yanagihara

We must occasionally remind ourselves of our brief visit on this planet. Shouldn't we try to express ourselves clearly, make a personal stamp on our environment, and pay attention to the details that make the difference? — Charlotte Moss

The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance. — John Vianney

But I got this far, didn't I?" he said slowly. "They thought I'd die in the attempt, but I'm here ... and you're in my power ... I'm the one with the wand ... you're at my mercy ... — J.K. Rowling

Big goals get big results. No goals gets no results or somebody else's results. — Mark Victor Hansen

Where will you and Corr be?" I ask. Sean presses two fingers along the edge of the counter sweeping crumbs into a pile. I notice that his fingers are permanently dirt-stained like mine. He says," Right next to you and Dove." I stare at him. "You can't risk not winning. Not because of me." Sean doesn't lift his eye from the counter. "We make our move when you make yours. You on the inside, me on the outside. Corr can come from the middle of the pack; he's done it before. It's one side you don't have to worry about. — Maggie Stiefvater