Vbrowse Quotes & Sayings

I take my own experience and other assassinations through history and get a lot into the drone program, which doesn't work, as well. — Robert Baer

We are living for the happiness, going toward the happiness, and like to vanish in the happiness. — Debasish Mridha

She dips her spoon into her ice cream, then puts the spoon back in her mouth. I can't stop staring at that spoon. I think I love that spoon. — Colleen Hoover

Once again, I felt as I needed to flee or I'd die. That was how my life was panning out. — Grace Lozada

Politicians are easy to attack, but frankly, we are all guilty of not meeting the needs of Africa's young people properly. — Ama Ata Aidoo

Women don't get the same opportunities that men get in racing, so they don't get to learn race craft. — Jenson Button

You don't need to know HOW the universe is going to rearrange itself. — Rhonda Byrne

I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself - actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! — Eugene O'Neill

The soundtrack of our time togeter, our short life together, has faded away as the last song on the album ends. All I can hear anymore is the smooth vibration of silence coming from the speakers. I feel like all I want to do us reach out and start it over again, but my hand won't move to press the button. — J.A. Redmerski

I'm a soccer dad at heart. I want five kids, and I want to get married. I want to coach Little League. — Mekhi Phifer

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement. — Virginia Woolf