Pengisian Quotes & Sayings

Spontaneity and instincts are key factors to a memorable party. — Mia Moretti

Investing in women is smart economics, and investing in girls, catching them upstream, is even smarter economics. — Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala

Deeds not Words: I say so too! And yet I find it somehow true, A word may help a man in need, To nobler act and braver deed. — Henry Van Dyke

Private ownership of land is the nether mill-stone. Material progress is the upper mill-stone. Between them, with an increasing pressure, the working classes are being ground. — Henry George

reading is a private activity. A book fits a reader like tailored clothing. — Faraaz Kazi

Instead, I get to know that a greater yes is in progress, and I can count on the bigger miracle. — Beth Moore

Art inspires, produces an unwillingness to settle for what we have and a desire for something better. It is the product and producer of creative activity, change; it is essential for continuous development. — Russell L. Ackoff

The most important thing I gained from my travels was the knowledge that one could achieve anything with determination and an ounce of luck. — Stefan Waydenfeld

You want your brain to become used to the idea that just knowing how to use a particular problem-solving technique isn't enough - you also need to know when to use it. — Barbara Oakley

The very phrase 'Oscar night' used to accelerate my pulse. For one thing - dating myself - it meant Bob Hope. He always had good, strong jokes, that faultless delivery, and always a new joke about his own films' failure - once again - to be honored. — Dick Cavett

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Some of our best fighters are not only Puerto Rican greats but all-time greats of the sport. Carlos Ortiz, Wilfredo Gomez, Wilfredo Benitez and Felix 'Tito' Trinidad and many others have made Puerto Rican boxing what it is today, and I am only an extension of their greatness. — Miguel Cotto

MacMurrough shifted his gaze from the thick spittle-wet mouth and stared instead through the garden windows. What a dreary drunk he was. He recalled the Spartan custom of inebriating slaves that young men should see how contemptible was drunkenness. Nowadays we leave it to our leshishlashors. — Jamie O'Neill

Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours our hope our blue our silence our throat of burning wildflowers. — Gwen Calvo