Onalenna Ndlovu Quotes & Sayings

Valentines Day is the day we celebrate real love. A love so strong that two hearts become one. And when she's happy, you're happy. And when she's angry, you can still choose to be happy, 'cos, what's her deal ? You know, I'm happy. Why is she bringing me down, you know ? Oh great, now look, I'm getting all mad. I hope she's happy. Happy Valentines Day. — Christopher Titus

Gentlemen, you are, as i am, in search of a woman who, must have passed this way, for i see a corpse. — Alexandre Dumas

It was extraordinary that after thirty years of marriage his wife could not be ready in time on Sunday morning. At last she came, in black satin; the Vicar did not like colours in a clergyman's wife at any time, but on Sundays he was determined that she should wear black; now and then, in conspiracy with Miss Graves, she ventured a white feather or a pink rose in her bonnet, — William Somerset Maugham

Each person carries within their core the birthright of creative freedom, which, when organized and orchestrated, is the most awesome force on earth. — Bryant McGill

Man has no ability to repair this damaged planet. The flaw in human nature is too great. God is our only hope! — Billy Graham

You will never ever be the same again! — Chris Jericho

We got to get thinkin' about doin' stuff that means somepin. — John Steinbeck

Anytime there's separatism going on. It happens all the time, because the illusion before us is that we are separate. It gives us this sense of egoic identity, which is lovely in its own way. — Alanis Morissette

If I do not go within, I go without. — Neale Donald Walsch

Light will be thrown on the origin of man and his history. — Charles Darwin

Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them. — Cormac McCarthy

As a solid rock is not shaken by the wind, wise people falter not amidst blame and praise. — Anonymous

Her work failed her. She had reached a desperate, claustrophobic stage of being imprisoned halfway in a novel: there was too much behind her for her to retreat and not a glimmer of light ahead. She sat for hours without writing, staring at the last few wrods on the page, seeing no significance in them. Her characters fell into frozen poses, speech died on their lips: they had sat at a banquet for weeks and she had not the power to bring them to their feet again. — Elizabeth Taylor

We have to get Bugles," I tell her [ ... ]
"Oh, definitely Bugles," she says. "I'm going to get the sour cream and onion kind." She drops them into the basket she's holding.
"Good idea," I say, happy to be joking around, "And while we're at it, why don't we get some dip for them?"
"Better yet," Ava says. "Let's skip the Blugles and just eat dip." We both collapse into giggles. — Lauren Barnholdt