Walang Kwentang Kapatid Quotes & Sayings

It doesn't worry me what anyone says, except when publicity hurts others. — Terry Jones

Julianne Mitchell, I love you too. — Sylvain Reynard

No she's right." Aria interrupted. "I shouldn't have let that happen to you. I could have prevented it and I didn't. I wasn't the one to give the order, but I didn't stop it when I was able to. So isn't that the same thing? If you see something happening that's wrong and you don't try to put an end to it then aren't you a part of it? — Jennifer Horne

One of the great things about young entrepreneurs is that they don't know that something can't be done. So they try something that's so audacious and usually end up pulling it off. — Fred Wilson

Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else. — William Hazlitt

If I say to the moment: 'Stay now! You are so beautiful'! — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Like many natural beauties, New York is effortlessly photogenic. It has fabulous bones and hardly any bad angles. — Holland Cotter

I just did not discuss my personal life, my sexuality with the media. That was my policy. — Greg Louganis

Government is rather ill-suited and poorly equipped to alleviate the plight of the poor. It lacks moral rules or standards, and is devoid of basic principles in economic and social matters. — Hans F. Sennholz

Not but wut abstract war is horrid, I sign to thet with all my heart, But civilysation doos git forrid Sometimes, upon a powder-cart. — James Russell Lowell

Look at the 18th century. There was a lot more freedom going on. — Steve Coogan

None of us lie or guard our secrets when we sing, and India is a nation of singers whose first love is the kind of song we turn to when crying just isn't enough. — Gregory David Roberts

The way he spoke about Catherine made Theresa hurt for him more than she would have imagined. It wasn't just his voice, but the look on his face before he described her - as if torn between the beauty of his memories and the pain of remembering. — Nicholas Sparks