Luganda Quotes & Sayings

Please don't let me fall. — Mary Surratt

On some level, I think we want our reading self to represent our best self. — Gabrielle Zevin

Perhaps we can come here together someday. By the way, you're a month older than the last time I saw you. Are you still too young to marry. — Gail Carson Levine

Just the tip, sweetheart." He nudges against me, slipping along my wetness, as I whimper. His voice goes dark. "Just for a second. — Kristen Callihan

The minute you make a record because you think somebody's going to play it on the radio is the minute you ought to quit. — Chris Thile

Other women bow their heads and suffer in silence. They go on living, mortally wounded but resigned, weeping often but with no desire to strike back against the person who has injured them, praying for him and cherishing their memories until their last breath. That is love, true love, the love the angels know ... — Honore De Balzac

If you are with the quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy - if you are anywheres where it won't do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upwards of a thousand places. — Mark Twain

Our knowledge of what the richer than ourselves possess, and the poor do not, has never been more widespread. Therefore, envy, which is wanting what others have, and jealousy, which is not wanting others to have what one has, have never been more widespread. — John Fowles

Some reformers may urge that in the ages distant future, patriotism, like the habit of monogamous marriage, will become a needless and obsolete virtue; but just at present the man who loves other countries as much as he does his own is quite as noxious a member of society as the man who loves other women as much as he loves his wife. Love of country is an elemental virtue, like love of home. — Theodore Roosevelt

I only play projects with weird interpretations of presidents. — Benjamin Walker

He pulled me to his chest, and when he kissed me, gravity ceased to exist. The sensation was like floating on air as the world erupted into chaos around us. But he was my anchor, pulling me back to earth - he was my home. — Komal Kant