Hikita Kaori Quotes & Sayings

Being attractive is so much more than just being pretty; it is about the whole package, replete with energy, kindness, humor, brains, a forgiving heart and, for me, one of the biggies - authenticity. — Monica Parker

Memory is the most potent truth.
Show me history untouched by memories
and you show me lies. — Carlos Eire

Drosophila," I said, remembering the word.
"What?" Lily asked.
"Why do girls always fall for guys with the at ention span of drosophila?"
"What?"
"Fruit flies. Guys with the attention span of fruit flies."
"Because they're hot?"
"This," I told her, "is not the time for being truthful. — Rachel Cohn

So if you're an introvert like me, especially a female introvert, or a person who is expected to give away your energy to everyone else on the reg, I want to encourage you to find time to be alone. Don't be afraid to excuse yourself. Recharge for as long as you need. Lean up against a tree and take a break from the other bears. I'll be there too, but I promise not to bother you. — Amy Schumer

Humanity as it stands, are ironically identical to children. Even though we are older and wiser, we continue to rate our status on how much of the world we wield. We are afraid to help, to give, to nurture humanity as a whole. Until we break free from such selfishness, humanity will eventually crumble. Perhaps then, those that remain, will work towards a better way? — Michael S

If he makes himself as good as he tells others to be, then he in truth can teach others. Difficult indeed is self-control. — Anonymous

Her mother had come a week after the baby died, the only time Annie had seen her since she'd left Kansas. Her hair gone white, her dress starched stiff, her small hands as dry as paper. Annie had wanted her mother to make it better. What she got was "God decides what's right for us" and a butter cake she'd packed from home, made by someone in the congregation. Maybe something truthful, some real emotion from her mother, might have been a small bridge Annie could have crossed. But hers had been a family of hidden feelings, held tongues. "Life is so hard out here," her mother had said, unable to wipe the sigh from her voice, the disapproval, as if the Panhandle - Annie's choice - was somehow to blame for the baby's death. Annie had been too grief-tired to get angry, but she had had the thought, when she looked at her mother's stolid face, that she would probably never see her — Rae Meadows