Semoga Tegar Quotes & Sayings

Enzo get up you're making me look bad. — David Haye

Trying to find this industry's tendency to celebrate the physical is a waste of time. So I'm happy to play the game. But I am also thirsty for input. I'm not a dunce whose only skill is knowing how to take a photograph, you know? And at the end of the day, I think it makes me slightly less replaceable. — Olivia Wilde

They are hung from the walls whilst still alive and left to starve to death. Their tongues are cut so their screams will not disturb passerby. This is done purely because they follow a different faith (...) I told you I had been all over this world. The are countless faiths, countless gods. There are more ways to honour the divine than there are stars in the sky. — Anthony Ryan

A yawn may not be polite, but at least it is an honest opinion. — Voltaire

I was very afraid to write a novel - it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try. — Melissa Marr

Coming in from his work, he gorged himself on fried food and went to bed and to sleep in the resulting torpor. — John Steinbeck

And in time we may remember, collecting every little memory, all the bits and pieces, into a larger memory, rebuilding a great layered and labyrinthine, now imagined, international hotel of many rooms, the urban experiment of a homeless community built to house the needs of temporary lives. And for what? To resist death and dementia. To haunt a disappearing landscape. To forever embed this geography with our visions and voices. To kiss the past and you good-bye, leaving the indelible spit of our DNA on still moist lips. Sweet. Sour. Salty. Bitter. — Karen Tei Yamashita

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die. — Tupac Shakur

This intelligence is the source of all genius. — Victor Boc

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester. — Beatrix Potter

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful. — Stephanie Meyer

But who shall tell how many ages it seemed to this prisoner? — Mark Twain

When sleep enters the body like smoke
and man journeys into the abyss
like an extinguished star that is lighted elsewhere,
then all quarrel ceases,
overworked nag that has tossed the nightmare grip
of its rider. — Nelly Sachs