Tuzon Liberia Quotes & Sayings

What a splendid little war! — John Hayes

It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. 'Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine.' Yet, I hesitate to name our story that. For I think of us more as flowers in the attic. — V.C. Andrews

I was a lifeguard, camp counselor, the president of the YMCA Leaders Corps. I also took piano lessons. I was a dancer. — Chirlane McCray

This is not how people behave in a Cracker Barrel! — Molly Harper

I am Abhorsen ... "
He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, "Father of Sabriel — Garth Nix

Mind can never be intelligent - only no-mind is intelligent. Only no-mind is original and radical. Only no-mind is revolutionary - revolution in action. The mind gives you a sort of stupor. Burdened by the memories of the past, burdened by the projections of the future, you go on living - at the minimum. You dont live at the maximum. Your flame remains very dim. Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises - clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is. — Rajneesh

I've been surrounded by nitwits my entire life. — Chelsea Ballinger

Not another word was said for more than an hour. They only walked home together with aching feet and tired hearts. — Markus Zusak

My dad always said to go for my hobby and used to commend me for my excellent judgement so i try to do the similar for my children. — Heather McDonald

I have to say that I think that Anthony Eden was probably the most disastrous Prime Minister in our history, and I am not forgetting Lord North and a few people like that. — Malcolm Muggeridge

If I'd known he was going to die, my last words to him would have meant something. They certainly wouldn't have been my out-of-tune attempt at singing that old Grateful Dead song he loved so much. No, I would have told him how I felt about him, straight out. No more flirting, wild-eyed whispers in the grass outside. I would have looked at him harder to ensure his image was permanently seared in my mind. I'd have asked him a million more things so I could remember what mattered before I got in the car on the way home from Custard's. Because after, nothing mattered. — Sarah Ockler

We were all of us alone, kept wrapped up tight by our sins. — Matthew Johnson