Wag Manghusga Quotes & Sayings

When she reaches down to touch his shoulder - a gesture only a few species and a million or so years removed from lifting a leg and marking him as her territory with a stream of urine - enough bracelets and bangles to lay track across the Australian Outback slide down her arm and come to a jangling stop at her wrist. — Elle Lothlorien

He reached out a long arm and drew me in, holding me close against him. I put my arms around him and felt the quiver of his muscles, exhausted, and the sheer hard strength still in him, that would hold him up, no matter how tired he might be. We stood quite still for some time, my cheek against his chest and his face against my hair, drawing strength from each other for whatever might come next. Being married. — Diana Gabaldon

You can't create a movie as you think about it. And what's in the scene is not what's being seen. A shot always means something other than what it is. All are vehicles. A landscape is just a vehicle. The viewer might think different things, and I'm not going to intervene. — Bruno Dumont

In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear. — Chuck Palahniuk

Wine is not discovered but made: it is an artifact that can be appraised that can be appraised aesthetically — Tim Crane

Ethernet always wins. — Andy Bechtolsheim

Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance. — John Dryden

They basked in the righteousness of the poor and the exclusiveness of the downtrodden. Let the whitefolks have their money and power and segregation and sarcasm and big houses and schools and lawns like carpets, and books, and mostly
mostly
let them have their whiteness. It was better to be meek and lowly, spat upon and abused for this little time than to spend eternity frying in the fires of hell. No one would have admitted that the Christian and charitable people were happy to think of their oppressors' turning forever on the Devil's spit over the flames of fire and brimstone. — Maya Angelou