Husz Rcs K Quotes & Sayings

I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy, and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay home and knit like a poky old woman (Josephine) — Louisa May Alcott

He will deal harshly by a stranger who has not been himself often a traveller or stranger. — Saadi

You can't expect a man in a dung heap to smell sweet. — Aravind Adiga

The concepts of right or wrong are always consequential. It can't be situational or it's not right or wrong. — Ilona Andrews

Women can't wait for equal pay. And I won't stop fighting to address this inequality. — Barack Obama

A Christian must not while away time. Get engaged in something — Sunday Adelaja

The most important American addition to the World Experience was the simple surprising fact of America. We have helped prepare mankind for all its later surprises. — Daniel J. Boorstin

When I realized that if I was an actor, I could be any character I wanted instead of just one particular, I was like, 'Wow, that's cool.' — Orlando Bloom

He who have two grounds of trust is lost! — Charles Spurgeon

When it's working, what acting is really about is getting into the essence of a moment in a creative, joyous way - through whatever frees you up. — Lili Taylor

When people ask me if it has been a hard or easy road, I always answer with the same quotation, the end is nothing, the road is all.Willa Cather — Willa Cather

We're taught and trained to hold it all inside, to not feel the beauty of the innocence of letting it out when and how we feel it.
And we do; we do for the fear of avoiding the stigma of weakness, until it breaks us from the inside, slowly and silently, and there is "little" or "nothing" left of us.
Those who are courageous to hold on, learn to be strong and proficiently wave off the numerous darts as they come.
Do they, really?
It takes just one "planned" move, and all the impenetrable walls come crashing down. — Ufuoma Apoki

All the way home, his wound pulsing with every hearbeat, he had cursed himself for a fool. How could he think she loved him? He had never been loved in his life, save perhaps by Erik and the other men who had served with him across the sea, and that was the love of comrades. He had never known the love of women, just their embrace. Twice he had found tears running down his face ... — Raymond E. Feist

Mr. Tope is again highly entertained, and, having fallen into respectful convulsions of laughter, subsides into a deferential murmur, importing that surely any gentleman would deem it a pleasure and an honour to have his neck broken, in return for such a compliment from such a source. — Charles Dickens