Sani Quotes & Sayings

If someone is not spiritually present during a time when you need their help, then how will their physical presence make a difference? — Shannon L. Alder

I want Sani to flip the fuck out, and get murdered by all the werewolves and fairies and vampires in the room. — Gisele Walko

Fridays were the only days of the week that Sani came in the morning because of the free breakfast served by Alhaji's household. Fridays were also the likeliest of days to get gift items like hand-me-down clothes, shoes or even the occasional yards of new Shedda materials. — Ayibu Makolo

I was lucky enough to have a plethora of types of roles before and during the horror movie part of my career. — Dee Wallace

His gaze settles on my lips for a few seconds, then slides up to meet mine. Oh Gods, how my hearts pound. The heat of a blush sneaks up my neck and makes itself at home on my cheeks, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. Sani can definitely hear my frenzied pulse. Hell, as loud as it is, my father can probably hear it from here. — Sarah Nicolas

Winter was fond of paper. She liked the crisp, tactile way it crinkled beneath her fingers. — Marissa Meyer

A company commander,' said Dicky Umfraville, when we met later that year, 'needs the qualifications of a ringmaster in a first-class circus, and a nanny in a large family. — Anthony Powell

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life isn't fair, it's just fairer than death, that's all. — William Goldman

For this reason poetry is something more philosophical and more worthy of serious attention than history. — Aristotle.

Sani's family lived in a well-kept double-wide in an otherwise less-than-spiff trailer park outside of Sawmill. — John Scalzi

Unsex me here and fill me from crown to toe full of direst cruelty That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth — William Shakespeare

Do you hear that?" he says.
"You mean the crashing thunder and pounding rain?"
He shakes his head. I listen closely, trying to filter o
ut the sounds of the storm.
Then I hear it. A whooshing sound with a fast buzzing underne
ath it. It's so, so familiar
but I can't quite put my finger on it. A very definite blac
k spot appears among the dark gray
clouds. The spot lengthens horizontally.
The puzzle pieces click into place and I get the full pictur
e: Fighter jet. Headed straight
for us. It could be a coincidence, right? F-22 Raptors fly
low through giant thunderstorms over
major metropolitan areas in the middle of the night a
ll the time. Right.
My illusions of a coincidence are shattered - by a mis
sile flying straight at me. It would
seem this guy has infrared, too. I mean, missiles? Really?
Isn't that a bit overkill? I start flying
away, but Sani stops me.
"Dive! — Sarah Nicolas

I grabbed some sani-wipes from Tracy and cleaned off my hands as best I could, and then drizzled whiskey over them. If it didn't kill the germs, at least it would get them drunk enough to be cooperative. — Mark Tufo

This isn't how i wanted to do this, Julia ... but yes. i'll let you go to Paris but only with this on your finger. — Kahlen Aymes

One morning indeed, I felt a sudden misgiving that she not only had left the house but had gone for good: I had just heard the sound of a door which seemed to me to be that of her room. On tiptoe I crept towards the room, opened the door, stood upon the threshold. In the dim light the bedclothes bulged in a semi-circle, that must be Albertine who, with her body bent, was sleeping with her feet and face to the wall. Only, overflowing the bed, the hair upon that head, abundant and dark, made me realise that it was she, that she had not opened her door, had not stirred, and I felt that this motionless and living semi-circle, in which a whole human life was contained and which was the only thing to which I attached any value, I felt that it was there, in my despotic possession. — Marcel Proust

So also Augustine, "The suffering at which you cry, is medicine, not punishment; chastisement, not condemnation. Do not drive away the rod, if you would not be driven away from the inheritance. Know, brethren, that the whole of that misery of the human race, under which the world groans, is a medicinal pain, not a penal sentence, — John Calvin

Life is excellent or life blows, depending on how you look at it. — Carol Plum-Ucci

Sometimes I think I'll never trust another girl the way I trust you. — Jenny Han