Naruto Shippuden Sakura Quotes & Sayings

Beauty vanishes; virtue is lasting. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I always used to say to myself, I'm going to die of lung cancer. That's the choice I'm making. — Clive Owen

With a novel, there is no hurrying it. You're constantly walking into the unknown. — Tobias Hill

May you keep dreaming until the day you die. May imagination overtake memory. May you die young at a ripe old age. — Mark Batterson

I'm in the business where you get the business all the time. — Cyndi Lauper

We owe thankfulness to God, not sour faces. — Rumi

Men's reproduction isn't regulated by the state
and it shouldn't be. Neither should women's. — Faye Wattleton

I think racing is a sport that either your in or your out. Its either you are with the pack or you are off the pack. — Robin Farina

Feminism exists so that no woman ever has to face her abuser in isolation, alone. — Andrea Dworkin

I wanted to be a professional drummer. — Walter Payton

I think I'm going to pull a Charlie Chaplin and have kids when I'm 60. — Bronson Pinchot

The birds, on the other hand, were going crazy. They filled the air with chirps and trills and songs. It was probably sparrow for Holy shit, what's going on, we're all gonna die, but it sounded pretty. — James S.A. Corey

Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean."
"Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so."
"Why?"
"Because the train gets to its journey's end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle."
"'Journey's end in lovers meeting.'" Lenox laughed. "That is not going to be true for me."
"Yes
yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it."
The whistle of the engine came again.
"Trust the train, Mademoiselle," murmured Poirot again. "And trust Hercule Poirot. He knows. — Agatha Christie

You can't love him," he whispers. "I've waited so long. Why the boy? Why is it he that pounded a hole through the wall? — Kelsey Sutton

There is only one passion which satisfies man's need to unite himself with the world, and to acquire at the same time a sense of integrity and individuality, and this is love. Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self. It is an experience of sharing, of communion, which permits the full unfolding of one's own inner activity. The experience of love does away with the necessity of illusions. There is no need to inflate the image of the other person, or of myself, since the reality of active sharing and loving permits me to transcend my individualized existence, and at the same time to experience myself as the bearer of the active powers which constitute the act of loving. What — Erich Fromm