Maglayag Kahulugan Quotes & Sayings

Population Explosion [10w]
The world will soon have more live people than dead. — Beryl Dov

and when the last star of the universe blinks silent, I will still be yours. — Mary E. Pearson

We have to be willing to dig to the subterranean depths of the psyche, but also willing climb to the celestial heights of the soul. — Daniel Schwindt

Solution?"
"Stop Kavinsky."
They eyed each other.
"I don't suppose," Gansey said slowly, "that we could just ask him nicely."
"Hey, Churchill tried to negotiate with Hitler."
Gansey frowned. "Did he?"
"Probably. — Maggie Stiefvater

Love each other, even strangers. Nothing in the world matters more. — Lights

I'm not a debater. I get things done. — Donald Trump

Gross. Feminists everywhere are outraged. If I were wearing a bra under this shirt, it'd be burning. — Lauren Michelle Smith

Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow. — Swedish Proverb

The Law-of-Destination is straightforward and simple: It is not possible to arrive where we never take the time to go. — Heather K. O'Hara

Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice.
"For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils. — Jim Butcher

There is a road that turning always Cuts off the country of Again. Archers stand there on every side And as it runstime's deer is slain, And lies where it has lain. — Edwin Muir

I always beat Jankovic so who do you think I want to play? — Marion Bartoli

Things could be worse. You remember that, and you go on with your life. — Kevin Bacon

When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned to love with my whole body. I would let death enter me as you had entered me. You had crept along my blood vessels through the wound, and the blood that circulates returns to the heart. You circulated me, you made me blush like a girl in the hoop of your hands. You were in my arteries and my lymph, you were the colour just under my skin, and if I cut myself, it was you I bled. Red Isolde, alive on my fingers, and always the force of blood pushing you back to my heart. — Jeanette Winterson