Kartal Tibet Quotes & Sayings

One thing I am certain of, I do not want to be betrayed, but thats quite hard to say casually, at the beginning of a relationship. It's not a word people use very often, which confuses me, because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it. By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, and then being on somebody else's. — Jeanette Winterson

Madness lives inside us all. It's just a matter of finding it, and knowing how to keep it hidden. — Stephanie M. Wytovich

A procession is a participants' journey, while a parade is a performance with an audience. — Rebecca Solnit

I like the idea of these bad boys having soft nougat centers. — J.W. Becton

Credulous father, a distinguished judge who had spent his final — Donna Tartt

Enzo looks up at me. Suddenly, the blackness in his eyes seems to fade, replaced by the familiar warm brown of his irises, the red slashes, the glow of life. I see a hint of his old self there, fighting through the darkness of the Underworld to gaze at me one last time. It is the look he'd given me when we used to dance.
This is the real Enzo.
"Let me go," he whispers. It is his voice. It is the voice that once comforted me, gave me strength. And as I try to take in his words, the final tendrils of the tether linking us unravel from around my heart, freeing me. — Marie Lu

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. — Sylvia Plath

I told her running away from your problems doesn't solve anything. Really it just hurts the people who count on you. — Kyle Beachy

Unfortunately, I have dedicated great effort to the task of compiling this 'sensitive words glossary,' and I have mastered my filtering skills. I knew which words and sentences had to be cut, and I accepted the cutting as if that was the way it should be. In fact, I will often take it on myself to save time and cut a few words. I call this 'castrated writing' - - I am a proactive eunuch, I have already castrated myself before the surgeon raises his scalpel. — Murong Xuecun

Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust. — Alfred De Musset