Singapores Quotes & Sayings

I think I'm up for not trying to play a literary heroine. I think I'd rather just do someone that has just been created in a script, rather than in a book that everyone knows and loves. The difficulty with it and the reason these characters are so loved is that every woman and man that reads it understands it in a different way. They're so relatable, but different aspects will be drawn from different people. — Lily James

In my judgment, the only way to deal with terrorists is to stay on the offensive, is to find them and bring them to justice before they hurt us again. — George W. Bush

I'll always be waiting for you. — Samantha Towle

I'd become a cult figure to a certain extent because of my movies, but unfortunately it was because of how bad they were! — Pia Zadora

It reminded her too, time and again, of her own susceptibility to panic and her unfathomable dread of being alone. — Richard Yates

I don't want children. Why should I let some strange little monster into my life to destroy what to me is a perfect set-up? — Wilbur Smith

Medicine comes with hope: the hope of having a healthy child, the hope of being able to raise your family. — Annie Lennox

an Underground train roared and rattled, driving a ghost-wind along the platform, which scattered a copy of the tabloid Sun into its component pages, four-colour breasts and black and white invective scurrying — Neil Gaiman

I can't write - out of all the things it takes to make music, lyrics are the thing I'm by far the shittiest at. — Jay Watson

A friend who shares is a friend who cares. — American Proverb.

With so many people in the world i am confident in saying, if you connect with someone on a soul level you dont take them for granted. — Nikki Rowe

I know I have the ability to do so much more than just stand in front of the camera the rest of my life. — Jennie Garth

If I could speak, I would tell Cal that I'm sorry, that I love him, that I need him. But the wind and the drop steal my breath away. I have no more words. His touch is achingly familiar, one hand at my neck, imploring me to look at him. Like me, he can't speak. But I hear his apology all the same, and he understands mine. We see nothing but each other. Not the lights of Corvium on the horizon, the ground ringing up to meet us, or the fate we're about to find. There is nothing but his eyes. Even in darkness, they glow. — Victoria Aveyard