Tyanne Sylvestre Quotes & Sayings

I started, actually, as an analyst on African affairs, mainly on Al Jazeera. I remember the first few series were about Saudi students, and the negotiations between the government and the Sudanese rebels in the south. And then, slowly, I was speaking about Congo, Democratic Republic of Congo, Zimbabwe, Mozambique and a few other places. — Wadah Khanfar

As a sex symbol, I don't know what is appealing to women. I think it's the way you treat women that makes you sexy if you like. — Ray Winstone

Fate has to do with events in history that are the summary and unintended results of innumerable decisions of innumerable men. — C. Wright Mills

The will, I believe, is the mystery of mysteries. Who can say beforehand that his will is strong? There are all kinds of indefinable currents moving to and fro between one's will and one's inclinations. People talk as if the two things were essentially distinct; on different sides of one's organism, like the heart and the liver. I believe there is a certain group of circumstances possible for every man, in which his will is destined to snap like a dry twig. — Henry James

Good words are more difficult to find than emeralds. — Ptahhotep

I like to edit; I like to work with other people, and that's something stand-up doesn't really have. — Kyle Dunnigan

I had absolutely no idea how I had ballooned during my pregnancy. All I thought about was eating plenty of food to keep my baby healthy. — Jennifer Ellison

Always take a compliment, even if it's not yours — Benny Bellamacina

He'll probably pick you up in a limo filled with fucking roses. I hope he sits on a thorn. - Dylan Mead — H.R. Willaston

She understood then, too, that everyone drowns differently and that for everyone - even ghosts - there is a different kind of air. Chapter 15 — Lauren Oliver

But somewhere in America, between the freeways and the Food-4-Less, between the filling stations and the 5-o-'clock news, behind the blue blinking light coming off the TV, there is a space, an empty space, between us, around us, inside us, that inevitable, desperate, begs to be filled up. And nothing, not shame, not God, not a new microwave, not a wide-screen TV or that new diet with grapefruits, can ever, ever fill it.
Underneath all that white noise there's a lack. — Andrea Portes