Nonda Manasu Quotes & Sayings

His hand lifted, and caught my chin. He tilted my face until I was looking over my shoulder at him. The swell of a storm rose behind his gaze. "I'll end it. Right here, if you want me to." I didn't know how to respond, but his answer put me in a panic. Would he tell the guys about what was happening? Would he call them off? Demand his team leave me alone? Would that even work? Did I want that? It wasn't until his eyes lowered to my mouth that I realized that wasn't what he meant at all — C.L.Stone

Creative leaders inherently know when rules need to be challenged, and they can see when a more flexible approach should be taken. — John C. Maxwell

In fall 2007, I stood at the midway point of completing my undergraduate studies at Columbia. I studied every moment that I wasn't sitting in class. I was very focused on maintaining a solid GPA, so I could go on to law school. — Ray William Johnson

Mother says that two souls are sometimes created together and
and in love before they're born. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Leaders have followers, managers have employees. Managers make widgets, leaders make change. — Seth Godin

What would it take for me to eat human flesh? If that was the only way to stay alive, I would. I would eat anything. — Dominic Monaghan

Conscience has nothing to do as lawgiver or judge; but is a witness against me if I do wrong, and which approves if I do right. To act against conscience is to act against reason and God's Law. — Artur Phleps

Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had one been different? — George Orwell

If we had known that one of those terrorist attacks was coming, could our government have electronically eavesdropped on the attackers without a warrant? — Pete Du Pont

Billy tried to imagine the birth of Cyril's wife's baby. It would happen in grim lights violently. A dripping thing trying to clutch to its hole. Dredged up and beaten. Blood and drool and womb mud. How cute, this neon shrieker made to plunge upward, odd-headed blob, this marginal electric glow-thing. Dressed and powdered now. Engineered to abstract design. Cling, suck and cry. Follow with the eye. Gloom and drought of unprotected sleep. Had there been a light in her belly, dim briny light in that pillowing womb, dusk enough to light a page, bacterial smear of light, an amniotic gleam that I could taste, old, deep, wet and warm? Return, return to negative unity. — Don DeLillo