Mangahis Et Al Quotes & Sayings

I don't really have a structured path of wanting to say, "This is what I'll do next." I'm just going to read a bunch of scripts and see which one I love. There are so many things I would love to play, in all different genres. — Selena Gomez

I intend to remember ... even the sun shines above the storm. — Mallika Chopra

I think all women have some sort of beauty in them. — The Miz

Betrayal is the deepest wound. Betrayal is what remains of love, when love has gone. — Joyce Carol Oates

You're a little taller than I'd imagined, but no one's perfect. — Sarah J. Maas

I don't like to read things that people write about me. I'd rather read what kids have to say about me because it's not their profession to do that. — David Bowie

When what to their
curious eyes should loom,
but a wicked old witch
holding a broom.
Her cape - how it shimmered!
Her face - oh, how scary!
Her hat was so pointy,
it frightened the fairy!
The wicked witch said,
"Welcome. We have a surprise."
And the children yelled,
"Run! It's not a disguise! — Natasha Wing

I wanted this to be a movie on TV so I could press the off button and make it all go away. — Michelle Rowen

The purchaser draws boundaries, fences himself in, and says, "This is mine; each one by himself, each one for himself." Here, then, is a piece of land upon which, henceforth, no one has a right to step, save the proprietor and his friends; which can benefit nobody, save the proprietor and his servants. Let these sales multiply, and soon the people - who have been neither able nor willing to sell, and who have received none of the proceeds of the sale - will have nowhere to rest, no place of shelter, no ground to till. They will die of hunger at the proprietor's door, on the edge of that property which was their birthright; and the proprietor, watching them die, will exclaim, "So perish idlers and vagrants! — Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

You're attacking that one like a wolverine. — Cassandra Clare

If the present Congress errs in too much talking, how can it be otherwise in a body to which the people send 150 lawyers, whose trade it is to question everything, yield nothing, & talk by the hour? That 150 lawyers should do business together ought not to be expected. — Thomas Jefferson

The fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in Spring is itself but a fleeting memory. — J.R.R. Tolkien

He'd come to know himself, untranslatably, through his pain. — Don DeLillo

Carrie, sitting there over your coffee cup in a wasteland of worn-out silver wedding rings, feeding yourself confections of motherhood like the display cakes in the bakery where you worked- all trimming over cardboard. — Rita Mae Brown

A book is not an end in itself; it is only a way to touch someone - a bridge extended across a space of loneliness and obscurity - and sometimes it is a way of winning other people to our causes. — Isabel Allende