Kufa Sports Quotes & Sayings

This Universal wheel, this merry-go-round
In our imagination we have found
The sun a flame, in the Cosmic lantern bound
We are mere ghosts, revolving, the flame surround. — Omar Khayyam

See that?"

"No."

"Exactly. Earlier there was a big, huge food chunk right here." She pointed at her front tooth. "And nobody told me. Nobody. Oh wait, Mark told me after I'd been talking to him for five minutes."

I laughed.

"You would've told me, right? Tricia should have told me. It's girl code. I think Tricia likes Mark, too. That's the problem here."

"Maybe she didn't see the food."

"Lil, people on the space station saw this chunk of food. It was massive. And right on my front tooth."

"That was rude of the people on the space station not to tell you about it."

"Ha-ha. — Kasie West

Happiness is a powerful thing. It freed me to do what I always wanted to do. — Philip Schultz

Usually, if I think something is really funny, I'm not gonna test it. I'll just test it when I'm onstage. — Donald Glover

And the relationships that happen become so intense, deep, involved and complex and really hard to say goodbye to. The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you. — Genevieve Gorder

Me, I was waiting tables of 13 and married at 19. I graduated from public schools, and taught elementary school. — Elizabeth Warren

If our commanders on the ground say we need more troops, I will send them. But our commanders tell me they have the number of troops they need to do their job. Sending more Americans would undermine our strategy of encouraging Iraqis to take the lead in this fight. And sending more Americans would suggest that we intend to stay forever, when we are, in fact, working for the day when Iraq can defend itself and we can leave. — George W. Bush

Oh gods ... oh gods ... I had hurt him ... so many times, I had hurt him. By trying to hurt myself, I had hurt him. By trying to push him away, I had hurt him. Every time I opened my mouth and belittled myself with my "turns of rough poetry", I had sliced his heart as fine as my wrists. I did not know why he loved me as he did. I might never know. But as I stood there and held him, my back nagging at me and my leg screaming in protest, I realized that the least I could do was welcome his love with an open heart. And part of doing that was loving myself enough to want to live. — Amy Lane

Summer 2161: Brown, eleven, enrolled in Camp Longhorn by father over strenuous objections of mother. Typical outdoor summer camp in hill country of Texas — Arthur C. Clarke