Lieen Tuwf Quotes & Sayings

That's right, baby. Scratch me up. Make your mark. I wanna look at my body later and know who I belong to. — Kate Meader

My denim jacket had 'I love GNR' and 'I love AC/DC' written all over it, but I always came back to swing. — Paloma Faith

To 'tweet' is sweet
Friends to meet
The message fleet
I think it's neat
Now to repeat.... — Gary Henson

I'm dying to go to India. — Dylan Penn

We maintain the peace through our strength; weakness only invites aggression. — Ronald Reagan

I used to be a heavy gambler. But now I just make mental bets. That's how I lost my mind. — Steve Allen

Only the weak invite their demons to live with them. Isn't that right? — Maria V. Snyder

There exists, if I am not mistaken, an entire world which is the totality of mathematical truths, to which we have access only with our mind, just as a world of physical reality exists, the one like the other independent of ourselves, both of divine creation. — Charles Hermite

The things we love the most are the most disfiguring. Such is our greed for them. — Nathan Hill

In theory, I always think I should totally go back to school, because I don't want to start sinking slowly ... I want to learn, blah blah blah. Then I think about actually going and sitting in classes and, man, it sounds terrible. — Conor Oberst

One of our main purposes in life is to be loving and be kind, but also to cultivate kindness in other's minds. — Debasish Mridha

Goodbye Stevie, I'm sorry for leaving you, but when you find out about me, as you definitely will do one day, then you'll be glad I'm gone too. — Sarah Moore Fitzgerald

It's natural that anyone is compared to their father. — Ziggy Marley

The silence of the library was complete save for the thudding of his shoes as he walked along the second-floor hallway. Outside, there were birds sometimes and, even lacking that, there seemed to be a sort of sound outside. Inexplicable, perhaps, but it never seemed deathly still in the open as it did inside a building.
Especially here in this giant, gray-stoned building that housed the literature of a world's dead. — Richard Matheson