Timorese Culture Quotes & Sayings

Somewhere, in some city in America, someone is wearing my clothes, and I'm happy with that. — Raf Simons

Love is about as strong, as two people want to make it. — Anthony Liccione

Sometimes our brains are our own worst enemy because grace isn't logical. — Judah Smith

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame — Aimee Mann

Life is a challenge, meet it! Life is a dream, realize it! Life is a game, play it! Life is love, enjoy it! — Sathya Sai Baba

Statesmanship is developed in the hard knocks of general experience, private and public. — Dwight D. Eisenhower

Critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes. — George Herbert

I feel like I'm somebody else tonight. — Kirsty Eagar

I want people to have permission to know me, not unlimited constant access to me. — Katie Kacvinsky

The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts that seem to survive a world obsessed with conquest, our actions beyond bedchamber and hearth remembered only when we leave their obscurity. And so we become infamous because we were not invisible, the truth of our lives ephemeral as incense. — Tosca Lee

She also told me about the night one of her astrophysics friends went to a bar trivia contest where the final question was "What does Kelvin measure?" The winning answer was "heat," but her friend explained that Kelvin measures temperature, not heat, since heat is energy and is measured in energy units like joules or ergs. The astronomer refused to back down, until the battle had to be settled with a chug-off. These astro people are hard-core. — Rob Sheffield

Our scars don't point us in the direction were headed, Cass, they simply remind us of where we've been — J. Sterling

I'd like to keep my personal life private. In reality, I know that's not possible. In the present, I'm trying to pretend it's possible. — Lindsey Vonn

Hey police? I just saw the world's oldest, slowest kid climbing into Pleasantview Cemetery. Looked like he was dying to get in. Yeah, looked like a grave matter to me. Kidding? Oh no, I'm in dead earnest. Maybe you ought to dig into it. — Stephen King