Sebati In English Quotes & Sayings

It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children. — J.M. Barrie

Your stockings prove your virtues.
Be certain they are clean and free of tears. — Emilie Autumn

As former NSA general counsel Stewart Baker said, "Metadata absolutely tells you everything about somebody's life. If you have enough metadata you don't really need content. — Bruce Schneier

A free mind and a free economy are corollaries. One can't exist without the other. — Ayn Rand

I've been in enough films where the studio wanted that extra little cuteness to make it sellable. — Sandra Bullock

Poems, even when narrative, do not resemble stories. All stories are about battles, of one kind or another, which end in victory or defeat. Everything moves towards the end, when the outcome will be known.
Poems, regardless of any outcome, cross the battlefields, tending the wounded, listening to the wild monologues of the triumphant or the fearful. They bring a kind of peace. Not by anaesthesia or easy reassurance, but by recognition and the promise that what has been experienced cannot disappear as if it had never been. Yet the promise is not of a monument. (Who, still on a battlefield, wants monuments?) The promise is that language has acknowledged, has given shelter, to the experience which demanded, which cried out. — John Berger

We must never shed tears
That is the life form's defeat and if we give into the emotions then it only becomes proof of our inability to control it. — Tite Kubo

The Secret Service has announced it is doubling its protection for John Kerry. You can understand why - with two positions on every issue, he has twice as many people mad at him. — Jay Leno

I really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear.
'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against his skin.
'Tomorrow,fishnets.'
Against her side,warm and familiar,she felt him laugh. — Cassandra Clare