Kreativiti Prasekolah Quotes & Sayings

That's kind of the point of being stealthy. And if he doesn't catch you, then you're not doing anything wrong, are you?" That sounded true. That sounded very true! — Tui T. Sutherland

We're going to live longer than our parents' generation, and there comes a point when you ask yourself, 'What am I going do?' You can only play so much golf. — Jane Pauley

To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world. — Stephen Chbosky

The passive stiffness of a joint reflects properties of the muscle tissue, joint capsule, tendons, skin and geometry of the joint. — Leon Chaitow

Disclaimer: No chickens were harmed (or pleasured) in the making of this story. — Jason Werbeloff

I was involved in the Great Folk Music scare back in the sixties, when it almost caught on. — Martin Mull

My personal motto has always been: Joy in spite of everything. Not just [mindless] joy, but joy in spite of everything. Recognizing the inequities and the suffering and the corruption and all that but refusing to let it rain on my parade. And I advocate this to other people. — Tom Robbins

I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant. — Ned Vizzini

Carmen hated the 'life is too short" rationalization. She thought it was one of the lamer excuses in the history of excuse-making. Whenever you did something because "life is too short not to," you could be sure life would be just long enough to punish you for it. — Ann Brashares

Too many Americans have lost faith in our approach to the war on drugs ... — Gary Johnson

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey. — Oliver Goldsmith

Someone, somewhere, had tied up the darkness, he thought as he went: the bag of darkness had been tied at the mouth, enclosing within it a host of smaller bags. The stars were tiny, almost imperceptible perforations; otherwise, there wasn't a single hole through which light could pass.
The darkness in which he walked immersed was gradually pervading him. His own footfall was utterly remote, his presence barely rippled the air. His being had been compressed to the utmost - to the point where it had no need to forge a path for itself through the night, but could weave its way through the gaps between the particles of which the darkness was composed. — Yukio Mishima