Tangang Pagmamahal Quotes & Sayings

I'm absolutely happy with where Louis Litt is. The writers, starting with Aaron [Korsh], have just made him into a human being. — Rick Hoffman

Why can't we know those we love are about to die, so as to give them the words of love they need, the last praise or reassurance? We could not bear to know, but that is not true, for it is in the not knowing that is prepared all the sources of our suffering later. We are still like animals; we do not tell our thoughts or our feelings. — Anais Nin

I don't know any comedian who tailors his act to his audience. Maybe people say they do, but I can't even imagine them. — Colin Quinn

There was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words. — Cath Crowley

(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown.
... still eyeing the letters like Portuguese man-of-wars floating on the innocent sea. — Janet Fitch

What restricts you is your inability to think that you can do it. — Jeekeshen Chinnappen

haven't seen hide nor hair of her, — John Flanagan

Because we were suffering.
Lisi and I told you.
You asked and we told you.
And even though you knew and didn't do anything to help me, I'm okay. And I want you to know I hope you're okay, too.
Sincerely, Gerald Faust — A.S. King

That was the problem with religion. You no sooner made up your mind about something than you had to change it. — Philip Gulley

This usually occurs at the moment when my head hits the pillow at night; my eyes close and ... I see imagery. I do not mean pictures; more usually they are patterns or textures, such as repeated shapes, or shadows of shapes, or an item from an image, such as grass from a landscape or wood grain, wavelets or raindrops ... transformed in the most extraordinary ways at a great speed. Shapes are replicated, multiplied, reversed in negative, etc. Color is added, tinted, subtracted. Textures are the most fascinating; grass becomes fur becomes hair follicles becomes waving, dancing lines of light, and a hundred other variations and all the subtle gradients between them that my words are too coarse to describe. — Oliver Sacks

With the use of the hydrogen bomb, the Christian era was dead, and with it must die the tradition of the Good Samaritan. And yet Randy stopped...The incident was important only because it was self-revelatory. Randy knew he would have to play by the old rules. He could not shuck his code, or sneak out of his era. — Pat Frank