Ultrafit Gym Quotes & Sayings

I'm the only one who owns my fate. Not you. Not your guards. Not your sick operation. No one. — Pepper Winters

One can imagine having a procedural rule that anything ambiguous should be treated as the Taj Mahal unless we see that it is labelled "fog" ... The motorist replies: "What sort of rule is this? Surely the best guarantee I can have that the fog is fog is if I fail to see the sign saying 'fog' because of the fog. — Michael Frayn

If your religion is better than mine and your opinion, you have a real problem. — Michael Berryman

The idea of being famous is a lot better than the reality. — Tom Felton

One wants permissive individuals who do not have a compelling need to reassure themselves that they are leaders. — Vikram Sarabhai

There are many pitfalls in life; one is dwelling on blame.
It's pointless. Move on. — Richelle E. Goodrich

If you live on regrets, you'll be living a parasitic life. — Angel M.B. Chadwick

Though it may be, Jo, that there is a history so interesting and affecting even to minds as near the brutes as thine, recording deeds done on this earth for common men, that if the Chadbands, removing their own persons from the light, would but show it thee in simple reverence, would but leave it unimproved, would but regard it as being eloquent enough without their modest aid - it might hold thee awake, and thou might learn from it yet! — Charles Dickens

No matter how beautiful roses were, they could cause a lot of pain. That concept worked for people as well. — Melody Anne

She came upon a bankside of lavender crocuses. The sun was on them for the moment, and they were opened flat, great five-pointed, seven-pointed lilac stars, with burning centres, burning with a strange lavender flame, as she had seen some metal burn lilac-flamed in the laboratory of the hospital at Islington. All down and oak-dry bankside they burned their great exposed stars. And she felt like going down on her knees and bending her forehead to the earth in an oriental submission, they were so royal, so lovely, so supreme. She came again to them in the morning, when the sky was grey, and they were closed, sharp clubs, wonderfully fragile on their stems of sap, among leaves and old grass and wild periwinkle. They had wonderful dark stripes running up their cheeks, the crocuses, like the clear proud stripes on a badger's face, or on some proud cat. She took a handful of the sappy, shut, striped flames. In her room they opened into a grand bowl of lilac fire. — D.H. Lawrence

He's just explaining the situation to her, but he's all over her every chance he gets! Kureno! Touching Tohru!!! — Natsuki Takaya