Kilgrave Marvel Quotes & Sayings

When you love someone, you can just live without it. You desire to connect and communicate. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I ... would guess maybe about one or two out of five men is suited for marriage and probably four out of five women are better at marriage than being single and would like to be married. — Bill Maher

Once I grew up and realised 'What am I doing?' I started re-listening to the music I was playing and I realised there was so much finesse - it was dynamic and simple but I wanted to be authentic to the original songs. — Eric Hernandez

Stressful situations cause alterations in behavior that reveal true character, Tibbs. If a person gradually begins acting like someone else altogether, you may very well find that they *are* someone else altogether" -Inspector Percival Pensive — Jessica Lawson

Everyone is born with the same amount of love in their heart. Some will use it and fill life with joy. Some will lose it and wonder where the joy is. — Debasish Mridha

Therefore, even the lover of myth is a philosopher; for myth is composed of wonder. — Aristotle.

Discomfort begets discomfort in others. — Lionel Shriver

I was just an infant when [Fannie Lou] Hamer spoke - barley even awake in the world. But here she was, pressing the Democratic Party to refuse to recognize the all-white Mississippi delegation, because obviously there was no way Mississippi could have an all-white delegation. Black people had been kept from registering through violence and intimidation. She had experienced that violence herself and was there to speak about it and to insist the delegation of the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party be recognized instead. — Leah D. Daughtry

I am no longer amazed by how quickly a man will justify his change of heart when a spear is leveled his way. — R.A. Salvatore

It takes character to sit there with all that cash and do nothing. I didn't get to where I am by going after mediocre opportunities. — Charlie Munger

At that moment we caught sight of a drunken man, reeling along at the far end of the street. With head thrust forward, arms dangling, and nerveless legs, he advanced towards us by short rushes of three, six, or ten rapid steps, followed by a pause. After a brief spasm of energy, he found himself in the middle of the street, where he stopped dead, swaying on his feet, hesitating between a fall and a fresh burst of activity. Suddenly he made off in a new direction. He ran up against a house, and clung to the wall as if to force his way through it. Then, with a start, he turned round, and gazed in front of him, open-mouthed, his eyes blinking in the sun. With a movement of the hips, he jerked his back away from the wall and continued on his way. A small yellow dog, a half-starved mongrel, followed him barking, halting when he halted, and moving when he moved.

'Look,' said Marambot, 'there's one of Madame Husson's Rose-kings'. — Guy De Maupassant