Quotes & Sayings About Mallus

Deal with him, Hemingway! — James Joyce

Everything I do is always scrutinised. But that's all I'll say about that. — Spike Lee

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them. — Anne Rice

You're a hero one day, you're a villain another day. They say that's football. When a manager does well, they're applauded, when they don't do well, they get the sack. Football is a tough world. Those who watch enjoy it - for everybody else, there are a lot of challenges. — Vincent Tan

Being able to elicit the feeling of the unfathomable in intelligent adults is like falling in love. — Drummond Money-Coutts

I'm glad to see the casual game play coming back now on the Internet, games that aren't violent, that aren't complex that you can sit down and you can have some fun. — Nolan Bushnell

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive. — Don DeLillo

Always there whom we believe shouldn't be and never are there whom we believe should be. — Miguel El Portugues

The word desire suggests that there is something we do not have. If we have everything already, then there can be no desire, for there is nothing left to want. I think that what the Buddha may have been trying to tell us is that we have it all, each of us, all the time; therefore, desire is simply unnecessary. — Tom Robbins

Only recently I've learned, it's an obvious thing, but it just took me a while to realize — David Archuleta

Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said
I wist not what, saving one word
Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to my eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire. — Algernon Charles Swinburne

Love is what we call it when we find someone else, but lose ourselves. — Mhairi McFarlane