Sylvamar Yelloh Quotes & Sayings

I made mistakes, but I'm luckier than most. I've got a successful business, lots of fans who think a lot of me and a family who loves me. — Sugar Ray Leonard

Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow? — Soheir Khashoggi

Oh, I knew he was gonna do that. I just knew he was gonna do that. He don't need Jannetty. I told you that off and on. — Bobby Heenan

Okay, okay. Just tell me this." His tone alone was enough to put me on guard. I knew he was up to no good. "Are your cheeks the only place blood is flowing, or is it also moving south? — Cardeno C.

I always 'worship' those who are enlightened to see the 'God' in me. I always crave to see the 'God' in others even if they won't 'worship' me. — Assegid Habtewold

The best protection any woman can have ... is courage. — Elizabeth Cady Stanton

To be in good moral condition requires at least as much training as to be in good physical condition. — Jawaharlal Nehru

I always wait until a jury has spoken before I anticipate what they will do. — Janet Reno

I got a job as a children's librarian at PS 175 in Harlem, and that changed everything. That was an epiphany. I didn't know Harlem existed. I didn't know there was such a place, because I grew up in white Queens, where five miles is 100 miles. — Lynne Stewart

Don't, Mom." I begin walking toward her, but I can see the mist forming in her eyes. "No, no, no." By the time I reach her, it's too late. She's bawling. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell out of me. And it's awkward. — Colleen Hoover

It's best not to depend on the gray haired. We're too close to God to rely on, — Nadia Hashimi

Were there no devil, yet we should have our hands full, in resisting the corruptions of our own hearts; but — William Gurnall

Don't think you have to be solemn to meditate. To meditate, well, you have to smile a lot. — Nhat Hanh

To kill time is not murder, it's suicide. — William James

There was still a monster in my house, and, in a fragment of time that had, perhaps, been snipped out of reality, my father had pushed me down into the water of the bath and tried, perhaps, to drown me. I had run for miles through the dark. I had seen my father kissing and touching the thing that called itself Ursula Monkton. The dread had not left my soul. But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept. X. — Neil Gaiman