Wogura Quotes & Sayings

I remember too, a distant bell ... and stars that fell ... like the rainout of the blue. — Johnny Mercer

But, dear God, don't listen to me. I'm an old lady in the middle of nowhere without a real toilet. — Deb Caletti

My parents taught me service - not by saying, but by doing. That was my culture, the culture of my family. — Alice Walker

If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed. — Sylvia Plath

It's as simple as you can explain all of 'Dallas.' We're a dysfunctional family forced to stay together. — Patrick Duffy

A man in love prefers his passion to every other consideration, and is fonder of his mistress than he is of virtue. Should she prove vicious, she makes vice lovely in his eyes. — William Hazlitt

The bellboy that showed me to the room was this very old guy around sixty-five. He was even more depressing than the room was. He was one of those bald guys that comb all their hair over from the side to cover up the baldness. I'd rather be bald than do that. Anyway, what a gorgeous job for a guy around sixty-five years old. Carrying people's suitcases and waiting for a tip. — J.D. Salinger

General writing about science, even if we do it badly, helps us to see our work in perspective and broadens our vision. — Martin Rees

Shame on you, Crispin. Married how long, and you haven't spanked your wife with a metal spatula yet?"
I'd gotten used to Ian's assumption that everyone was as perverted as he was, so I didn't miss a beat.
"We prefer blender beaters for our kitchen utensil kink," I said with a straight face.
Bones hid his smile behind his hand, but Ian looked intrigued.
"I haven't tried that ... oh, you're lying, aren't you?"
"Ya think?" I asked with a snort.
Ian gave a sigh of exaggerated patience and glanced at Bones.
"Being related to her through you is a real trial. — Jeaniene Frost

Study the hurtful patterns of your life.
Then don't repeat them. — Yasmin Mogahed

There are many and more who would kiss my hand, taste my lips, to my loneliness lend their bodies' warmth. I have want of a friend. There are few, some few, who would give their names and fortunes rich or send first sons to my ailing bed. I have need of a friend. There is one and only one who will give the air from his failing lungs for my body's mend. And that one is my love. — Anonymous

It's not about how you feel. It's about what you do. — Susan May Warren