Merqui Quotes & Sayings

I thought, When the past dies, we mourn for the dead. When the future dies, we mourn for ourselves. — Gloria Steinem

Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives. THOMAS MOORE — Hugh Laurie

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. I love you. — Sylvia Day

The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows. — Agatha Christie

And is it not true that in like manner a leader of the people who, getting control of a docile mob, does not withhold his hand from the shedding of tribal blood, but by the customary unjust accusations brings a citizen into court and assassinates him, blotting out a human life, and with unhallowed tongue and lips that have tasted kindred blood, banishes and slays and hints at the abolition of debts and the partition of lands. — Plato

The shiny red color of the soles has no function other than to identify to the public that they are mine. I selected the color because it is engaging, flirtatious, memorable, and the color of passion. — Christian Louboutin

Love loves for ever,
And finds a sort of joy in pain,
And gives with nought to take again,
And loves too well to end in vain:
Is the gain small then?
Love laughs at "never",
Outlives our life, exceeds the span
Appointed to mere mortal man:
All which love is and does and can
Is all in all then. — Christina Rossetti

Let convulsions shake the solid earth, let the skies themselves be rent in twain, yet amid the wreck of worlds the believer shall be as secure as in the calmest hour of rest. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief. — Sylvia Plath

Videogames need more women and are too reliant on male, stubble-covered heroes. — Rhianna Pratchett

I have not yet spoken my last word about women. I believe that if a woman succeeds in withdrawing from the mass, or rather raising herself from above the mass, she grows ceaselessly and more than a man. — Arthur Schopenhauer

I have often raised an eyebrow at hearing him sing, as I push a cart down some Safeway aisle, of the spiritual complexities induced by he admixture of Cuervo Gold, cocaine, and nineteen-year-old girls (in the hands of a man of, shall we say, a certain age). At which point I look around Frozen Foods and wonder: Is anyone else hearing this? — William Gibson