Harekat Busa Quotes & Sayings

A quarter of an hour more of this success, and there won't be ten cartridges in the barricade. — Victor Hugo

He who slings mud generally loses ground. — Adlai E. Stevenson

Going to Europe, someone had written, was about as final as going to heaven. A mystical passage to another life, from which no-one returned the same. Those returning in such ships were invincible, for they had managed it and could reflect ever after on Anne Hathaway's Cottage or the Tower of London with a confidence that did generate at Sydney. There was nothing mythic at Sydney; momentous objects, beings and events all occurred abroad or in the elsewhere of books. — Shirley Hazzard

Zane's spread legs and kissing him. Zane moaned and hooked his calf over the back of Ty's thigh, his hand settling on Ty's waist for leverage as he tipped his hips up into Ty's. Ty — Abigail Roux

I thought I would change the worlds. What young fool doesn't? Instead, I have been swallowed by the machine of this vast empire as it rumbles inexorably on. — Pierce Brown

We don't just believe that God is real, but in tough circumstances we believe that he knows the way out — Sunday Adelaja

A man who is used to acting in one way never changes; he must come to ruin when the times, in changing, no longer are in harmony with his ways. — Niccolo Machiavelli

P.61 He [Roark] was usually disliked, from the first sight of his face, anywhere he went. His face was closed like the door of a safety vault; things locked in safety vaults are valuable; men did not care to feel that. He was a cold, disquieting presence in the room; his presence had a strange quality: it made itself felt and yet it made them feel that he was not there; or perhaps that he was and they weren't. — Ayn Rand

Where the signposts end, the trail begins. — Marty Rubin

It's Too Late Now, You Fat Fuck [10w]
Death is nature's subtle hint
to cut down on carbs. — Beryl Dov

The misgovernment of the American people is misgovernment by the American people. — Lincoln Steffens

Necessity breeds solution. — Anne McCaffrey

He was furious. He wouldn't let me bury them. It didn't matter. There was no way to dig up the deckplates. He dried up the snow. He brought the night. He roared and sent locusts. It didn't do a thing; they stayed dead. I'd had him. — Harlan Ellison