Senez Alum Quotes & Sayings

When you do find your enemy, remember he will expect and welcome your hate. So surprise him, and let him fear your love. — Emm Cole

Purposefully spend time to better yourself — Sunday Adelaja

We spend so much time on the whole world instead of on those who really need us, in a world where rumours are a trend and truth is an afterthought. — Pandora Poikilos

I've always thought hard-boiled detective novels an American art form. At their best, they're more than who-dun-its or thrillers, they're vehicles for a writer's observations about culture, politics, philosophy, music, history and a time or a place. Or life, it's ownself. When you read James Ellroy, Dashiell Hammett or James Lee Burke, their stories are always about far more than good guys chasing bad guys. That's the kind of book I wanted to write. Still do. — Jim Nesbitt

Not to speak would have infused the moment with more meaning than it deserved. — Galt Niederhoffer

All people are musicians" Wit countered. "The question is whether or not they share their songs. — Brandon Sanderson

You're the light in all this madness. You're my light. I should have been with you ... " The thought hit him as his face crumpled in amazement. "Oh God, why am I not with you?"
"Because you're an idiot," I said. — Karina Halle

I was charmed by a performance given by Crowded House at Toronto's Massey Hall where the bass player broke a string. — Alannah Myles

I was a barefoot earth child for a couple of years. — Isabel Lucas

I'm not on Facebook. I'm not on Twitter. I know a lot of celebrities who go around complaining how little privacy they have. And then my question to that is always, 'Well, how much of yourself are you putting out there?' — Cote De Pablo

Government, which does not and did not grant us our rights, must not now seek to deny them by using fear as its justification. — Malcolm Wallop

He reached out to cup her elbow. Best to move slowly, to communicate that she could refuse him. The choice was hers. Her luminous eyes remained fixed on his. Her lips parted as he trailed his hand from the point of her elbow to her wrist. God. Her bare skin, that small, vulnerable patch exposed between cuff and glove, was indescribably soft. His thumb rubbed her pulse once, twice. A small noise came from her, the loosening of her breath, a sound as meaningful as the shushing of silk as a dress fell to the floor. This was how it began: how a woman came undone. — Meredith Duran

Beauty is cruel, cruelty is beautiful. — Kate Cann