Singaw Sa Quotes & Sayings

I look very different from how people expect me to be ... Clearly they think I'm a great big fat viking. — Kate Winslet

It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between. — C.S. Lewis

I deserve passion," she said. "I deserve to be loved- in every way. I deserve a man who'll give his whole heart, not the part he isn't using at the moment.. — Loretta Chase

How did you know?" Benedict finally asked.
One corner of Colin's mouth tilted up into a crooked smile. "About Sophie? It's rather obvious."
"Colin, she's - "
"A maid? Who cares? What is going to happen to you if you marry her?" Colin asked with a devil-may-care shrug of his shoulders. "People you couldn't care less about will ostracize you? Hell, I wouldn't mind being ostracized by some of the people with whom I'm forced to socialize."
Benedict shrugged dismissively. "I'd already decided I didn't care about all that," he said.
"Then what in bloody hell is the problem?" Colin demanded.
"It's complicated."
"Nothing is ever as complicated as it is in one's mind. — Julia Quinn

[H]ealing displays the works of God in John 9,
and sustaining grace displays the works of God in 2 Corinthians
12. What is common in the two cases is the supreme value
of the glory of God. The blindness is for the glory of God. The
thorn in the flesh is for the glory of God. The healing is for his
glory, and the non-healing is for his glory.
Suffering can only have ultimate meaning in relation to God. — John Piper

You don't win races by wishing, you win them by running faster than everyone else does. — Philip Pullman

I'm not really wise. But I can be cranky. — Andy Griffith

I don't see how an epigram, being a bolt from the blue, with no introduction or cue, ever gets itself writ. — William James

My horses make very silly faces when I'm preparing their meals. — Martin Clunes

Fantasy is like jam ... You have to spread it on a solid piece of bread. If not, it remains a shapeless thing ... out of which you can't make anything. — Italo Calvino