Taraki Nga Quotes & Sayings

I Din't finish speakin' my cure 'cos Roses schnockoed my face so hard the ground dived forward an' I crashed my jaxy. — David Mitchell

The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition.
Isaiah answer'd, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote. — William Blake

I don't think I can get anywhere near to fully describing what love is. — Benjamin Stone

Pauline kept a scrapbook into which she pasted important articles that she had cut out of the newspapers. These were about the courageous deeds that had been done by people even if they only had one leg or couldn't see or had been dropped on their heads when they were babies.
'It's to make me brave,' she'd explained to Annika. — Eva Ibbotson

The rain was steady and unrelenting and, like all steady and unrelenting things, boring. — Ross Thomas

The goal is to have every character take on a life of his or her own. Sometimes characters will come into the story that I haven't planned. — Francine Rivers

So I have probably 1,200 little bits of paper with notes, which when the Ambien really starts to kick in, don't really make much sense. Say what you like about prescription drugs, but they do help when you're sequencing a record. — Chris Martin

He watched her like he had come home after a long absence and had missed her most of all. — Genevieve Valentine

I would like to have a big white wedding and eventually have a family. — Alessandra Ambrosio

A curious mind is never bored. — Min Kim

The instructive admonitions, "give an account of thy stewardship," - "occupy till I come;" are forgotten. Thus the generous and wakeful spirit of Christian Benevolence, seeking and finding every where occasions for its exercise, is exploded, and a system of decent selfishness is avowedly established in its stead; a system scarcely more to be abjured for its impiety, than to be abhorred for its cold insensibility to the opportunities of diffusing happiness. — William Wilberforce