Nguso Mo Quotes & Sayings

Worrying never heads off a crisis, and it doesn't prepare you for one. — Emilie Richards

I'm still proud of what I've done, even if it hasn't been the biggest song on the radio or hasn't gone to number one. — Faith Hill

Love is the only freedom from attachment. When you love everything, you are attached to nothing. — Mikhail Naimy

For some reason, which I believe I can guess, the churches/mosques want control of people when or while they are the most vulnerable or suggestible. If they can't get them in school, then they get them when they are hungry, or frightened, or ill, or homeless, or unemployed. Same difference. Here's your gruel, and here's a tract. — Christopher Hitchens

I don't know Arabic. I can't speak or write it. — Craig Thompson

I get on with all my exes, so there's nothing I need to forget about. I don't know - life is shorter than it seems. — Agyness Deyn

The only time my prayers are never answered is on the golf course. — Billy Graham

Had Ben grown up in the old world, Ethan would probably have entered his son's bedroom to find him glued to an iPhone. Texting friends. Watching television. Playing video games. Twitter and Facebook. Ethan didn't miss those things. — Anonymous

Let the devil catch you but by a single hair, and you are his forever. — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Sometimes all a breathing attack takes is reassurance. What Pete thought. And a shot of prednisone. And two huffs of the red inhaler, then the white one. And a big burly doctor who looked a little like Ernest Hemingway to place his hand on an arm and keep repeating, "Just a reaction to the altitude, maybe the mist tonight and woodsmoke combined. You'll be fine, fine. There now." And a Latvian in a bathrobe - Oh God! Pete noticed now that she had bare feet! She had not even stopped to put on shoes - a barefoot Latvian to intone, "So beautiful, you really look like an angel," and a one-armed hero who reeks of cigarettes and pot to keep saying happily, "Fuckin' A, look, look at that, breathing fine now, fuckin' A. — Peter Heller