Legazpi Boulevard Quotes & Sayings

Learn to Lose, Wade to Win. — Vikrmn

Thinking about dark and troublesome things, wondering when they'll come to pay you a visit, turns out to be the very best way to call them to your side. — Cameron Dokey

She's the Queen Bitch of Castle Hell. If you mess with her, she'll eat you alive. — Stephen King

God always has fresh ideas — Sunday Adelaja

The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes it. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is a gift that God has given me. I'm not smart enough to write for everybody, but it's the love in these books that comes from Him and goes out to my reading audience. I'm forever grateful for that. It's a privilege. — Jan Karon

I suppose I will go on selling newspapers until at last will come the late night final. — Max Aitken

I never thought I could love, never believed it would happen for a man like me. Sometimes I wondered if it even existed. But then you stepped into my world and became my world and now it's all that I know." He takes in a deep breath, his expression softening. "I love you, my mirlo. I love you to the point of danger. Danger because where you go, I will go. Because I will do everything and anything to keep you with me. This isn't the end of us. There will never be an end of us. Ever. — Karina Halle

I am a frighteningly thorough person. — Daniel Radcliffe

One married couple goes out to a restaurant twice a week for dinner. They spend $160 a month on eating out. They get fat. Another married couple invests $160 a month in their own network marketing business. They stay slim and healthy. In a few years they retire. — Tom "Big Al" Schreiter

I tend to worry about the minutiae of life. But living in the mountains of Idaho and having retreated from fame, I am more in tune with life. — Pamela Sue Martin

The Luxembourg is within five minutes' walk of the rue Notre Dame des Champs, and there he sat under the shadow of a winged god, and there he had sat for an hour, poking holes in the dust and watching the steps which lead from the northern terrace to the fountain. The sun hung, a purple globe, above the misty hills of Meudon. Long streamers of clouds touched with rose swept low on the western sky, and the dome of the distant Invalides burned like an opal through the haze. Behind the Palace the smoke from a high chimney mounted straight into the air, purple until it crossed the sun, where it changed to a bar of smouldering fire. High above the darkening foliage of the chestnuts the twin towers of St. Sulpice rose, an ever-deepening silhouette. — Robert W. Chambers

There is nothing in art, in philosophy, or in politics to match the fervor of mutual cooperation among discordant bands of fanatics. — Alan Dean Foster