Pulitika Sa Pilipinas Quotes & Sayings

If I feel that I'm not able to do my best work - whether that's my own fault or as a result of an editorial situation - then I need to stop doing it. I would rather not do something than do it badly or ineffectively. It's the only way I can live with myself and do right by the fans in the long haul. — J. Michael Straczynski

It seems to me that all of us, in our own way, have our own personal lagos. We all have within us a voice that is whispering doubt, that is whispering suspicion, that's telling us there's something wrong, there's something missing, there's something that should be different. And we easily become hypnotized by that voice of doubt. — Arjuna Ardagh

I think people have to recognise that the traditional modes of authority weren't that great. — Jimmy Wales

When we align with love and beauty we instantly become the answer to every problem. — Bryant McGill

I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Guess what?"
"What?"
Meeting his amber-colored eyes, I admitted what probably wasn't a secret, but what I felt like I needed to put into words. "I like you, Seth."
He stopped his hand over mine, staying there, as he gave me a lopsided smile. "Guess what?"
"What?" I whispered.
Seth shifted so that his lips brushed mine as he spoke. "I like you too, Josie. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. — William Wordsworth

I was overcome with emotion and couldn't speak - which is, after all, the simplest and the most complex kind of magic all at once. — Pierdomenico Baccalario

Solutions: ( ... ) Seek an understanding of the other sex's best intent. — Warren Farrell

Is encouragement what the poet needs? Open question. Maybe he needs discouragement. In fact, quite a few of them need more discouragement, the most discouragement possible. — Robert Fitzgerald

I think of writing now as a long, tiring, pleasant seduction. The stories that you tell, the words that you use and refine, the characters you try to give life to are merely tools with which you circle around the elusive, unnamed, shapeless thing that belongs to you alone, and which nevertheless is a sort of key to all the doors, the real reason that you spend so much of your life sitting at a table tapping away, filling pages. — Elena Ferrante

...every harsh word spoken, every such act or even thought doesn't just disappear - it hangs around somewhere in totality and some day it boomerangs to haunt us. — Veena Nagpal