Paano Ba Makalimot Quotes & Sayings

I was 18 when I first visited London, I'm very provincial like that, but I must confess the moment I got to America I thought: This is the place. It was more open, with 24-hour cities and pubs and restaurants that didn't close. — David Hockney

I just want to change the colour of some pixels. How hard can it be? — Russell J. Brown

I hurt people, once.'
'Did they deserve to be hurt?'
Grandma touched Meche's chin. 'Don't they always, when you're a girl? — Silvia Moreno-Garcia

When I'm on vacation here in the States, I can do all kinds of stuff; I can train and keep busy. — Vince McMahon

You are the pure embodiment of madness. — Anne Rice

Cats, I always think, only jump into your lap to check if you are cold enough, yet, to eat. — Anne Enright

At school, I decided I wanted to be a director and then I went out and spent the rest of my adult life trying to be a director. It was really clear to me. So in that sense I was very lucky. — Stephen Daldry

You're very welcome," she said, giving my hair a hard tug. "You should be used to being gawked at by now."
"And yet I'm not."
"Well, if it gets too bad, give me a signal, and I'll get up on the banquet table, toss my skirt over my head, and do a little dance. That way no one will be looking at you. — Leigh Bardugo

I have this condition I call impromptu senility. I can't remember a damn thing when I don't want to. — Laurann Dohner

I am not alone in this. I only let him do to me what men have ever done to women: march off to empty glory and hollow acclaim and leave us behind to pick up the pieces. The broken cities, the burned barns, the innocent injured beasts, the ruined bodies of the boys we bore and the men we lay with.
The waste of it. I sit here, and I look at him, and it is as if a hundred women sit beside me: the revolutionary farm wife, the English peasant woman, the Spartan mother-'Come back with your shield or on it,' she cried, because that was what she was expected to cry. And then she leaned across the broken body of her son and the words turned to dust in her throat. — Geraldine Brooks