Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad Quotes & Sayings

The truth was, I yearned, in a soul-deep way, to be Sarra. To 'feel' that God was so very close, so very concerned with my particular life, so very ready to protect and to love. Always nearby. Always listening. Always leading. — Lisa Wingate

I was sleeping the other night, alone, thanks to the exterminator. — Emo Philips

With Ricky Gervais, it's all shades of wrong, it's my kind of humor. — Emily Blunt

Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set. — Francis Bacon

Every loving thought is true. Everything else is an appeal for healing and help, regardless of the form it takes. — Helen Shucman

Jazz is part folk art, part progressive art, — Mulgrew Miller

Down at the beginning of the new road, at park headquarters, is the new entrance station and visitor center, where admission fees are collected and where the rangers are going quietly nuts answering the same three basic questions five hundred times a day: (1) Where's the john? (2) How long's it take to see this place? (3) Where's the Coke machine? Progress has come at last to the Arches, after a million years of neglect. Industrial Tourism has arrived. What — Edward Abbey

And an apprenticeship to whatever gadgetry is useful in a technical world — Jacques Ellul

Then tell me Mark, how can I do it? How do I watch her life fade everyday but not hurt? How do I continue to breath, when I know she takes one less breath everyday? Why Mark, Why is this happening to someone so precious? — D. Love

From such a gentle thing,from such a fountain of all delight,my every pain is born ... — Michelangelo Buonarroti

But the best I've known
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies. — Rupert Brooke

Donata didn't have a problem with being naked, per se. Witches didn't have the same attitude toward the human body that Christians often had; nudity was accepted, and many Witches performed major rituals "skyclad." But she sure as hell didn't want to end up running through the building with her boobs flapping in the breeze if things went wrong. — Deborah Blake