Taipei Travel Quotes & Sayings

Grasping the doorknob, Tengo turned around one last time and was shocked to see a single tear running down from his father's eye. It shone a dull silver color under the ceiling's fluorescent light. To release that tear, his father must have squeezed every bit of strength from what little emotion he still had left. — Haruki Murakami

Everyone has got to realise you can't hold onto the past if you want any future. Each second should lead to the next one. — Joe Strummer

Yet decency nagged at their reluctant hearts; and they acknowledged that, too, in unconscious phrases
'I fail to understand ... ', 'I cannot bring myself to overlook ... ', 'Tolerance is all very well up to a point ... '
as if they had tried the ways of magnanimity but found them too exigent. — Shirley Hazzard

She would never want me. I'm a fucking retard." I hit the side of my head with the heel of my palm as my eyes blurred again. "I don't think right in here. I'm fucked up - I don't get people, they don't get me. And I ain't ever gonna be able to read people. Why would someone as perfect as her want someone as fucked up as me? Someone who isn't right in the head? — Tillie Cole

You bastard! Let me down!"
"Not on your life, beauty." The godlen claw gripped her tighter. "You get hurt, he'll kill me. Now quiet. I'm trying not to vomit."
Gwenvael to Annwyl — G.A. Aiken

Of course, western is my native music, — Ken Curtis

Missional leaders know that their church will only grow as large as its capacity to provide ongoing care through a network of small groups and ministry teams. — Gary Rohrmayer

...it seemed they spent their entire lives locked in solitary conversations with lumps of plastic.

-Emilio Neri, Mob Thug — DAVID NEWSON

And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be
living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got
you invited to the very best social occasions. — Terry Pratchett

Look for rash guards that come treated, for further sun protection, and never forget your hat! — Christie Brinkley

I can see how I could write a bold account of myself as a passionate man who rose from humble beginnings to cut a wide swath in the world, whose crimes along the way might be written off to extravagance and love and art, and could even almost believe some of it myself on certain days after the sun went down if I'd had a snort or two and was in Los Angeles and it was February and I was twenty-four, but I find a truer account in the Herald-Star, where it says: "Mr. Gary Keillor visited at the home of Al and Florence Crandall on Monday and after lunch returned to St. Paul, where he is currently employed in the radio show business ... Lunch was fried chicken with gravy and creamed peas". — Garrison Keillor

I play the game for the game's own sake, — Arthur Conan Doyle