Ramora Caribbean Quotes & Sayings

We will be a consultative, collegial government. No surprises, no excuses. That's what you'll get under the Coalition. — Tony Abbott

I needed the loss. I needed to lose to win. Like they say, 'If you lose, don't lose the lessons. — Phyllis George Brown

When you say 'Yes' or promise something, you can very easily deceive yourself and others also, as if you had already done what you promised. It is easy to think that by making a promise you have at least done part of what you promised to do, as if the promise itself were something of value. Not at all! In fact, when you do not do what you promise, it is a long way back to the truth. — Soren Kierkegaard

One of the things about Scrubs is that it's about great friendships and ... as broad and as serious as we get it's always really about friendship. It's about getting through the challenging parts of your life with the help of your friends. — Zach Braff

I wouldn't trade my career with anybody's. I'd trade a few movies with Tom Hanks - 'Apollo 13' and 'Forrest Gump' - but other than that, I love my career. — John Travolta

Few persons who have ever sat for a portrait can have felt anything but inferior while the process is going on. — Anthony Powell

The U.S., often in secret, carries out counterterrorism missions all the time, with drones in places like Yemen and Somalia. — Richard Engel

My guitars are my umbilical cord. They're directly wired into my head. — Kirk Hammett

Sometimes some really good things come from something unexpected. — J. Lynn

I don't want any man to have control over me. — Sinead O'Connor

Once he had said to her that a man should never be judged by the result of his labors, but by the nature of his effort. — Zane Grey

The past plummeting towards me like a vulture-dropped hand to become what-purifies-and-sets-me-free, because now as I look up there is a feeling at the back of my head and after that there is only a tiny but infinite moment of utter clarity while I tumble forwards to prostrate myself before my parents' funeral pyre, a minuscule but endless instant of knowing, before I am stripped of past present memory time shame and love, a fleeting but also timeless explosion in which I bow my head yes I acquiesce yes in the necessity of the blow, and then I am empty and free, because all the Saleems go pouring out of me, from the baby who appeared in jumbo-sized front-page baby-snaps to the eighteen-year-old with his filthy dirty love, pouring out goes shame and guilt and wanting-to-please and needing-to-be-loved and determined-to-find-a-historical-role and growing-too-fast, I am free — Salman Rushdie