Mudilane Quotes & Sayings

The world now contains more photographs than bricks, and they are, astonishingly, all different. — John Szarkowski

The hopes and fears of all our years are here with us tonight. — Kurt Vonnegut

Also the wonderful thing about film, you can see light at the end of the tunnel. You did realise that it is going to come to an end at some stage. — John Hurt

Stubborn opposition to proposals often has no other basis than the complaining question, 'Why wasn't I consulted?' — Daniel Patrick Moynihan

You feel good. So. So strong," Syn whispered. His last word came out as a sob. Syn pushed back into him, his fist clenched tight against the wall. "Mmmm. Fuck, right there." Furi bent a little at the knee, angled his cock upward, and ground his pelvis against Syn's ass, knowing his cock head was rubbing that special spot. "Oh god, Furi. Fuck me," Syn cried. Furi — A.E. Via

Every bubble consists of a trend that can be observed in the real world and a misconception relating to that trend. The two elements interact with each other in a reflexive manner. — George Soros

I feel like contemporary art is everywhere now and with the rise of the internet, it's so much easier to see what artists are doing and to follow their careers. — China Chow

Winning or losing achieves the same result
change. — Shannon L. Alder

In this world, we must love the liars or go unloved — Sherman Alexie

Political extremism involves two prime ingredients: an excessively simple diagnosis of the world's ills, and a conviction that there are identifiable villains back of it all. — John W. Gardner

God doesn't expect us to be perfect women or perfect missionaries. Rather, He wants us to learn to lean upon Him more, to let Him be our help during those stormy blasts. — Jody Hedlund

The network by itself is meaningless. Only the people were ever meaningful. — Jaron Lanier

[She] knew that it was not precisely a body that one loved. One loved the man who shone out through the eyes and used its mouth to smile and speak. — Louis De Bernieres

Theirs was the snot-nosed, sticky-fingered world of peanut butter sandwiches and cartoons, playgrounds and superhero pajamas, crayons and pop-up books, booster chairs and midday naps. Their world existed no farther than the reach of their tiny arms. They were new. Innocent. Vulnerable. Yet they were somehow able to take personal and public responsibility for a hard-wired sin nature, implored to pledge allegiance to an invisible overlord they could not see, and charged to prevent their own torture in a nasty, horrible place that the Vacation Bible School teachers called Hell. — Seth Andrews