Sibonelo Shinga Quotes & Sayings

One sister for sale,
One sister for sale,
One crying and spying young sister for sale
I'm really not kidding so who'll start the bidding
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickle?
A penny?
Oh isnt there isnt there isnt there any
One person who will buy this sister for sale
This crying spying old young sister for sale. — Shel Silverstein

This, fundamentally, is philanthrocapitalism in action: introducing policies that help concentrate wealth in the upper echelons of society in the hope that the wealthy will donate to the financially strapped rest. — Linsey McGoey

Kiss till the cow comes home. — Francis Beaumont

Throughout the history of the sport, the heavyweight champion has been ... a reason to talk about boxing at the water cooler. — Teddy Atlas

We have no inherent holiness. We are holy as we are possessed by the Holy
Presence. We are holy in His holiness, loving in His love, strong in His
strength, tender in His tenderness, patient in His patience, calm in His peace,
and consecrated in His consecration. — F. E. Marsh

Tillie studied her mother's face. The face which had seen thirty-seven years of life. Twenty-one years of marriage. The birth of ten babies. The death of one. — Deeanne Gist

Not the dreams where we are hunted by the monsters, but the dreams where we are the monsters. We raise bloody hands to the sky and scream, not from fear, but from joy. The pure joy of slaughter. The cathartic moment when we plunge our hands into the hot blood of our enemies and there is no civilized thought to stop us from dancing on their graves. — Laurell K. Hamilton

There was no testimony of conspiracy - Oswald's efforts to get in touch with the Soviets and with the Cuban Fair Play groups in New York were rebuffed, rebuffed at every step. — John Sherman Cooper

It was a fairly happy childhood. My father was working away, and my mum brought up five kids all on her own. — Andy Serkis

He hadn't been this nervous since the last disastrous night at the improv, and he firmly told himself to calm down as he blotted at the tablecloth, glancing upwards to see Emma wriggling out of her summer jacket, pushing her shoulders back and her chest forward in that way that women do without realising the ache they cause. — David Nicholls

I'll tell you anything about myself. I will show you my bare butthole. — Rachel Bloom

A politician wouldn't dream of being allowed to call a columnist the things a columnist is allowed to call a politician. — Max Lerner