Masinga Tt Quotes & Sayings

We're told that to be great is to be bold, to be happy is to be sociable. We see ourselves as a nation of extroverts
which means that we've lost sight of who we really are. Depending on which study you consult, one-third to one half of Americans are introverts
in other words one out of every two or three people you know. — Susan Cain

My fear tries to keep my secrets locked down, but my hope keeps slipping you the key. — David Levithan

All I know is that when you look over at the coaches on the other sideline, and all you see are guys who either coached with you or played for you, then you know it's time to get out. — Sid Gillman

When we study Shakespeare on the page, for academic purposes, we may require all kinds of help. Generally, we read him in modern spelling and with modern punctuation, and with notes. But any poetry that is performed - from song lyric to tragic speech - must make its point, as it were, without reference back. — James Fenton

What a magnificent accomplishment to be able to stay alive as an innocent lamb in the land of guilty wolves! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Hours are golden links
God's tokens reaching heaven. — Charles Dickens

When one lives attached to money, pride or power, it is impossible to be truly happy — Pope Francis

Sunlight 's a thing that needs a window Before it enter a dark room. Windows don't happen. So two old poets, Hunched at their beer in the low haze Of an inn parlour, while the talk ran Noisily by them, glib with prose. — R.S. Thomas

There must be a time of day when the man who makes plans forgets his plans, and acts as if he had no plans at all. — Thomas Merton

For the curious, I write — Veronica Purcell

Everyone felt as if it had been trying not to cry all its life, — E. Nesbit

His eyes darkened. His hands slid up to her shoulders. She leaned into him as he pulled her towards him. It started so gently. Soft. Delicate. Celeste leant closer. The kiss deepened. she could feel the damp of his shirt and the heat of his skin beneath it. A drop of perspiration trickled down between her breasts, and she felt a sharp twist of pure desire. — Marguerite Kaye