Mga Pambanat Quotes & Sayings

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways. — Holly Black

You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn. — Margaret Atwood

A hundred thousand men, coming one after another, cannot move a Ton weight; but the united strength of 50 would transport it with ease. — George Washington

I couldn't imagine I should find you. Why, I mighthave gone on all my life till I was inconceivably old - as old as your Papa - without ever finding you, or knowing even that you were anywhere that could be found — Elizabeth Anna Hart

A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Depression is a devastating illness, causing great suffering in the afflicted and anxiety to their nearest and dearest: it can hit at any age. — John Cornwell

Something larger is happening than just going to heaven. — Bill Vaughan

Next time y'all need to find me, just rub these two wires for the doorbell. — Redman

Once you become something, only then, are you worthy of it. — Bryant McGill

I started out in a heavy metal band with a guy who could really play guitar, and I thought the only thing missing from Guided By Voices was a lead guitarist. In the early days, I would bring people in just to play leads, like Greg Demos and Steve Wilbur. — Robert Pollard

To attain to the human form must always be a source of joy. And then to undergo continuous transitions, with only the infinite to look forward to: what incomparable bliss is that! — Laozi

My nonviolence demands universal love, and you are not a small part of it. — Mahatma Gandhi

You're a firestarter honey...just one big Zippo lighter — Stephen King

I have been doing marriage counseling for about 15 years and I realized that what makes one person feel loved, doesn't make another person feel loved. — Gary Chapman

The next day was, for Emma, a dismal one. Everything seemed enveloped in a black atmosphere that hovered indistinctly over the exterior of things, and sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses. It was the sort of reverie you sink into over something that will never return again, the lassitude that overcomes you with each thing that is finished, the pain you suffer when any habitual motion is stopped, when a prolonged vibration abruptly ceases. — Gustave Flaubert