Randika Dwiputra Quotes & Sayings

That I want to destroy British imperialism is another matter, but I want to do so by converting those who are associated with it. — Mahatma Gandhi

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die. — Robert Southey

Sadie?"
"What?"
"You with me?"
I blinked in confusion and said, "Yes." And I was, wasn't I? I was standing in his arms for goodness sake.
"This is Sadie?" Hector went on.
I blinked again. "Yes."
"My Sadie?" he kept at it.
This time I blinked for a different reason.
His Sadie? Was there a Hector's Sadie? Was I Hector's Sadie? Did Hector think I was his Sadie?
Oh ... my ... God.
Before I could process what he said or get close to processing what that meant, I watched him smile, then he bent his head and kissed my lips.
"Yeah," he said, his face an inch away. "It's my Sadie. — Kristen Ashley

The victimisation, I saw, was universal. It didn't depend on poverty, on lack of education or on tradition. It didn't depend on any of the things I had thought it depended on. Men took it everywhere with them. — Tsitsi Dangarembga

Keep an open mind, but don't let your brain fall out. — Joan Z. Borysenko

I honestly really don't get aggravated at all. I just go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens. — Ryan Lochte

Love does not triumph easily or without pain, but story gives us the courage to endure the pain. — Madeleine L'Engle

I do my job but seldom feel content after matches. If the team wins I am happy, but it remains frustrating. — Thomas Vermaelen

They can't rip your heart out if you don't let them anywhere near it — J. Daniels

Mr. Lorry came silently forward, leaving the daughter by the door. When he had stood, for a minute or two, by the side of Defarge, the shoemaker looked up. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure, but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips as he looked at it (his lips and his nails were of the same pale lead-colour), and then the hand dropped to his work, and he once more bent over the shoe. The look and the action had occupied but an instant. "You have a visitor, you see," said Monsieur Defarge. "What did you say?" "Here is a visitor." The shoemaker looked up as before, but without removing a hand from his work. "Come!" said Defarge. "Here is monsieur, who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. Show him — Charles Dickens

Let judges secretly despair of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly despair of faith: their compassion will be true. — Leonard Cohen

It would be torture. But it would be the most beautiful torture they had ever known. — Elise Kova