Kemandirian Masyarakat Quotes & Sayings

If I let myself love you I won't throw myself in
front of her,I'll throw myself in front of you. -
Dimitri Belikov — Richelle Mead

I am He who howls in the night; I am He who moans in the snow; I am He who hath never seen light; I am He who mounts from below. My car is the car of Death; My wings are the wings of dread; My breath is the north wind's breath; My prey are the cold and the dead. — S.T. Joshi

The biggest threat to American power in the long run is the persistent decline in its middle class standard of living today. — Ziad K. Abdelnour

The lack of moral character is the number one problem in the black community today — Jesse Lee Peterson

He wanted her hands on him, he wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to take her from behind, leaning over the bunk, he wanted her to go down on him, he wanted everything he could possibly think of and more. He wanted it hard and nasty, gentle and sweet. But most of all he wanted it now. — Anne Stuart

But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men. — Victor Hugo

It is fortunate that molecular synthesis also serves the utilitarian function of producing quantities of rare or novel substances which satisfy human needs, especially with regard to health, and the scientific function of stimulating research and education throughout the whole discipline of chemistry. — Elias James Corey

Never be so brief as to become obscure. — Hosea Ballou

I want to continually play characters that speak to me, but also are different than what I've just done. — Santino Fontana

A creative person has to create. It doesn't really matter what you create. If such a dancer wanted to go out and build the cactus gardens where he could, in Mexico, let him do that, but something that is creative has to go on. — Katherine Dunham

I'll never forget Spencer Tracy. He only worked from nine to one - then from three to five again. — Maximilian Schell

The outside world, the world of free time in the yard or the garden or on the street, is only a distant murmur in the sickroom. Inside, a whole world of characters and stories proliferate out of the books you read. The fever that weakens your perception as it sharpens your imagination turns the sickroom into something new, both familiar and strange; monsters come grinning out of the patterns on the curtains and the carpet, and chairs, tables, bookcases and wardrobes burst out of their normal shapes and become mountains and buildings and ships you can almost touch although they're far away — Bernhard Schlink

Artists are never appreciated at lunchtime," Kelly mumbled as she stuffed her camera into her pocket. — Alex Gino