Polusi Sampah Quotes & Sayings

Resignation to inevitable evils is the evil duty of us all; the — Jane Austen

He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person. — Philip K. Dick

The deepest wretchedness often results from a perpetual continuation of petty trials. — L.G. Abell

It was her. No one had eyes like that. Eyes as pure as the sky on a fresh, wintery morning. Ones that sucked him in and refused to let go. No one had her touch. Feather light and warm. A touch that sizzled his insides and brought him to his knees.
And no one had that pure, simple, cherry-vanilla scent. The sweetness that was only her, like she was a dessert made just for him. To lick, nibble, and enjoy. — Justine Dell

LIFE is four letters so is FCUK, LOVE is four letter so is PAIN. — Santosh Kalwar

Fuck me and the rest of the world, i was in love- Noah — Katie McGarry

What does religion say? It says that if you care for others then you will meet others who will care for you and if you hit others, you will meet others who will hit you. This is what all relative religions say. — Dada Bhagwan

I don't care what those two Neanderthals say. You'll always be my baby girl first." I — Liane Moore

But so soon as I had achieved the entire course of study at the close of which one is usually received into the ranks of the learned, I entirely changed my opinion. For I found myself embarrassed with so many doubts and errors that it seemed to me that the effort to instruct myself had no effect other than the increasing discovery of my own ignorance. - Rene Descartes, Discourse on the Method of Rightly Conducting the Reason and Seeking the Truth in the Sciences, 1637 — Stuart Firestein

If we truly want to end youth homelessness ... then we have to invest in prevention and support communities as they work to implement these life-changing efforts. — Cyndi Lauper

The Reverence of God is grace to act right. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Echoing streets melt into dark autumn rooms - melt to black plastic bags inflated by the wind and spinning on playground blacktop like free-floating punctuation ... the horizon is just a line and past it there's only black dark ... that rolls toward her as she walks in its direction ... smooth-worn wooden chairs at the bakery where ella sits tea on the table in front of her, it's getting dark but the girl behind the counter hasn't turned on a single light yet ... Ella animal staring into the street: Did I ever touch him? — Michael Cisco

Don't expect the future to look like the past. Clear away expectations, and let yourself picture a wild, grand new world. — Martha Beck