Sumeragi Sunao Quotes & Sayings

My songs are very personal, which means they are fantastically therapeutic to write, but performing them night after night is emotionally draining. — Laura Mvula

Some people should never be told truth. Their stomachs are not mature enough for that type of food — Bangambiki Habyarimana

Tragedy is not deep and sharp if it can be shared with friend. — Varlam Shalamov

Unique and different is the next generation of beautiful. — Taylor Swift

No, I was crying because I was suddenly flooded with an understanding of how little I really knew: about her pains, her secrets, the fantasies that played in her head when she lay in bed at night. Her inner life. — Lena Dunham

I'm out and about meeting people all day long. And I'm very friendly; I talk to just about everybody I meet. — Ben Stein

Us bitches have to stick together. — Elle Casey

To each his own fear'; — Rudyard Kipling

The world has a way of undermining complex plans. This is particularly true in fast moving environments. A fast moving environment can evolve more quickly than a complex plan can be adapted to it. By the time you have adapted, the target has changed. — Carl Von Clausewitz

How can I preach Dissolution?" he said. "How can I not believe in the gods when I have seen them for myself?"
"That's a question you certainly should be asking," Chrestomanci croaked. "Go down to Theare and ask it." Thasper nodded and turned to go. Chrestomanci leaned towards him and said from behind his handkerchief, "Ask yourself this too: Can the gods catch flu? I think I may have given it to all of them. Find out and let me know, there's a good chap. — Diana Wynne Jones

You cannot be present in an abstract way. Presence is not about disappearing into nothingness. You can only be present with something that is actually here. — Leonard Jacobson

Here we slept," she says.
And he adds, "Kisses without number."
"Waking in the morning -"
"Silver between the trees -"
"Upstairs -"
"In the garden -"
"When summer came -"
"In winter snowtime -"
The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart. — Virginia Woolf