Tabang Talangka Quotes & Sayings

You may be afraid. But the choice to love you is mine. Not yours. You don't get to make that choice for me. You can choose to not let me love you, but you can't tell me what's too much for me to handle. That's for me to decide. — Jasinda Wilder

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent — Victor Hugo

The only difference was one of them was trying to make a perfect cake and one of them was trying to write a great book. But if we remove that from the equation, it's the same impulse and they are equally entitled to their ecstasies and their despair. — Michael Cunningham

Something about her is so tempting to look at. Her anger has a childish aura as if she isn't made of real evil; just a bratty princess playing with her toy fangs. — Cameron Jace

Love is so much bigger than our ignorance. — Anne Lamott

There is no inconsistency when God raises up those who have fallen prostrate. — John Calvin

I have been heart broken. You can't breathe, your eyes are pouring a thousand tears a second and you can't foresee going on with love because you never want to feel this way again. But then you have to look in the mirror and say 'Shut up, eat some ice cream, be by yourself for a while and think about who you are and who you want to be - then, go out and find someone compatible.' A broken heart feels like the worst thing in the whole world, but it really helps you decide what you want and don't want. You learn a lot from a broken heart. — Jennifer Love Hewitt

Of the small gifts of heaven, / It seems to me a more than equal share / At birth was given / To girls with curly hair. — Phyllis McGinley

Che came in 1963, shortly after I had come to power. — Ahmed Ben Bella

He was the only person I ever met whose soul I could clearly see in his eyes. And I had more faith in him than I've ever had in another human being. — Beth Harbison

It is always easier to do nothing than to try a new line of action. — Eleanor Roosevelt

Grace is the face that love wears when it meets imperfection. — Joseph R. Cooke

I don't like lyrics that are just thrown together, that were obviously written as you went along, or the song was already written and the guy made up the lyrics in five minutes. — Neil Peart

I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kissed me on the temple I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish that acted different when the bidding was essential I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils I have been my own worse enemy since the very genesis of rebels — Aesop Rock

Over the fireplace was the portrait of his father's first wife, Robert's mother, Olive. Jay hated that painting. There she was, solemn and saintly, looking down her long nose at all who came after her. When she caught a fever and died suddenly at the age of twenty-nine his father had remarried, but he never forgot his first love. He treated Jay's mother, Alicia, like a mistress, a plaything with no status and no rights; and he made Jay feel almost like an illegitimate son. Robert was the firstborn, the heir, the special one. Jay sometimes wanted to ask whether it had been an immaculate conception and a virgin birth. — Ken Follett