Sebenarnya Cinta Quotes & Sayings

Why are there five syllables in the word "monosyllabic"? — Steven Wright

My name is Wind," she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song. — Sarah J. Maas

The atmosphere of Venus consists of ammonia, sulfur, and nitric oxide. Man must have lived there once. — Andre Brie

You go into the disease as one person and come out of it as a different person. It has changed my perspective on everything. Things that used to upset me no longer do. — Grete Waitz

If we stop defining each other by what we are not and start defining ourselves by who we are we can all be freer. And this is what HeforShe is about. It's about freedom. — Emma Watson

The implication was that if you had any skepticism whatsoever, you were anti-science. I think there's a difference between having skepticism about science and having skepticism about the pharmaceutical industry. — Marianne Williamson

So, then, what is style? There are two chief aspects of any piece of writing: 1) what you say and 2) how you say it. The former is "content" and the latter is "style." — Isaac Asimov

Two things are necessary for success in life; one is a sense of purpose and the other, a touch of madness. — John Harricharan

We'd said we'd keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. We should have said we'd keep in words, because they are all we can string between us
words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen. — David Levithan

Throe accepted the soup and went over to where Xcor had been sitting. Sinking down to the floor, he put the brass box on the far side of himself and began to eat.
Xcor joined him on the stain of the blood he had shed during the day, and in silence, they completed their reunion. But it was not over, at least not on Xcor's part.
His regret stayed with him, the heaviness of the burden of his actions altering him forever, like an injury that had scarred over and healed wrong.
Or rather, in this case ... healed right. — J.R. Ward

But nothin lasts, I guess. Only the love of the Lord. — Stephen King