Ibuki X Quotes & Sayings

In the room full of individuals for whom I hold feelings of resentment about,
Who might be the first I would converse with, when I am about to bite the dust? — Nishikant

Tatsuya: What you have "right now" won't necessarily continue on until forever ...
Hiro: ... Yeah, I know. — Ibuki Haneda

Only about half of all commercials actually work. — Jerry Thomas

Do you visit all your patients?" I asked, peeking up at him.
He chuckled, and slid behind the nurses' station. He paused in the doorway of the stockroom, then turned. "Only the really special ones," he murmured, chocolate gaze sparkling as he winked and entered the supply room. — Shaye Evans

Perhaps,' I wearily suggest, 'reading is the opiate of the educated classes.' 'Is it? Are you thinking of becoming a flower child?' he says, lighting up a new cigar. — Philip Roth

He paused, then, on a whim, arranged the unconscious Falleen in an undignified postion — Christie Golden

People didn't get nice by accident, did they? They had parents who were nice. Nice to their kids, nice to others. — Jude Watson

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives not by truth but by make-believe. — W. Somerset Maugham

How awesome would that be? You open a box of Trix and wham! Out pops a hot guy! I would so eat more cereal. — Chelsea Fine

... on some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries. — Louisa May Alcott

Mika: Were you happy?
Hiro: I was so happy. — Ibuki Haneda

Mma Ramotsew accepted her large slice of cake and looked at the rich fruit within it. There were at least seven hundred calories in that, she thought, but it did not matter; she was a traditionally built lady and she did not have to worry about such things. — Alexander McCall Smith

The treatment you permit reveals the portray you have of yourself. — Mike Murdock

Entering the casino one is beset at every side by invitation - invitations such that it would take a man of stone, heartless, mindless, and curiously devoid of avarice, to decline them. Listen: a machine gun rattle of silver coins as they tumble and spurt down into a slot machine tray and overflow onto monogrammed carpets is replaced by the siren clangor of the slots, the jangling, blippeting chorus swallowed by the huge room, muted to a comforting background chatter by the time one reaches the card tables, the distant sounds only loud enough to keep the adrenaline flowing through the gamblers' veins. — Neil Gaiman

I am a professional photographer because it is the best way I know to earn the money I require to take care of my wife and children. — Irving Penn