Manrico Sargi Quotes & Sayings

THE MOON BLEW UP WITHOUT WARNING AND FOR NO APPARENT reason. — Neal Stephenson

It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable, honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out into the world, but it is very possible to know how it has touched one's self in going by. — Charles Dickens

The book the snowman was the best book I have ever read it had suspence durring the whole book it was AWSOME!!! — R.L. Stine

I'm not saying I'm something special. I might play a little better tennis than other people, but it is because I was given the chance, and not many people are. — Martina Hingis

Esprit de l'escalier: spirit of the staircase, wishing you'd said, wishing you'd done. Yet how much more indelible it was when the staircase was the staircase that led to the bedroom. — Martin Amis

A learned man who doesn't restrain his passions is like a blind man holding a torch, he guides others but not himself. — Shaykh Sa Di

Being a salesman and an actor were not that dissimilar: It is a good lesson in covering up your feelings. No one wants to buy from someone who looks depressed. — Dougray Scott

Did I do this on purpose? What do you think? Or did I do this accidentally? — Bret Easton Ellis

It is clear that God is saying, 'I gave man dominion over the earth, but he lost it. Now I desire mature sons and daughters who will in My name exercise dominion over the earth and subdue Satan, the unruly, the rebellious. Take back My world from those who would loot it and abuse it. Rule as I would rule.' — Pat Robertson

No society of nations, no people within a nation, no family can benefit through mutual aid unless good will exceeds ill will; unless the spirit of cooperation surpasses antagonism; unless we all see and act as though the other man's welfare determines our own welfare. — Henry Ford II

I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood. The lines, the forms, the people at the desks, the calling cards, the immigration officers, the looks on the street, the cold settling deep into my bones, the English classes at night, the distance I am from home. But Alhamdulilah all of this is better than the scent of a woman completely on fire, or a truckload of men, who look like my father pulling out my teeth and nails, or fourteen men between my legs, or a gun, or a promise, or a lie, or his name, or his manhood in my mouth. — Warsan Shire