Mlango Farm Quotes & Sayings
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. — Plato

I believe that the world is dying, not just me. And fantasy will save no one. The deathly unreality of Utopia, the merchandizing of Utopia is wicked, deadly reality. — Harold Brodkey

I would have loved to have been a cricketer. — Uday Kotak

Plenty of guys are good at sex, but conversation, now there's an art. — Linda Barnes

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic. — Edgar Allan Poe

Lloyd glanced over at Luxe as if to say 'do you belief this shit' but Luxe had tears in her eyes as she looked at Keisha with a sad expression on her face. — Leo Sullivan

When you talk about emotional, chemical imbalances in people, there is no science behind that. — Tom Cruise

Most religious individuals do not conceive God in an anthropomorphic or angry way. Rather, in their personal psychological domain of religious or spiritual beliefs, they conceive God in more abstract, spiritual and merciful way. — Abhijit Naskar

The stock market is the story of cycles and of the human behavior that is responsible for overreactions in both directions. — Seth Klarman

The hardest part about rollerblading is telling your parents you're gay. — Aziz Ansari

If we were in a restaurant sometimes Orpheus would look sullen and wouldn't talk to me and I thought people felt sorry for me. I should have realized that women envied me. Their husbands talked too much.
But I wanted to talk to him about my notions. I was working on a new philosophical system. It involved hats. — Sarah Ruhl

First time it's a stranger. Second time its just a coincidence. Third time it's a tail — Ally Carter

Looking at your day from a "golden day" perspective helps you prioritize. — Elizabeth George

He poured, properly this time, even a little heavy. The dark liquid looked black in the glass, and she had to restrain herself from gulping it. Fresh tobacco. Black currants. God, it was so good. She kept it in her mouth for a count of ten before she swallowed. If there was any magic in this world that was not magic, it was wine. She smelled wet hay from a tumbledown field in Tuscany in the early morning, after the sky turned light, but before the sun burned off the dew. It reminded her of somewhere else too, a place she'd never seen, let alone smelled - someplace green and unspoiled and far away, which she knew well even though she'd never been there, just as it knew her well. She felt its pull on her, as she always had. But for the moment she let its name escape her. — Lev Grossman