Wouldnt Change A Thing Quotes & Sayings

The little bit you and me might change the world," Malloy smiled, "it wouldnt show up until a hundred years after we were dead. We'd never see it."
"But it'd be there. — James Jones

Why do you think you deserve happily ever after? You were offered it before and tossed it away. — Donna Lynn Hope

The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Our political experiment of democracy, the last refuge of cheap misgovernment. — George Bernard Shaw

The mayor was the most dangerous of individuals. He possessed, in equal amounts, unhealthy doses of charm and ambition. He was a driven opportunist. — Marc Fitten

Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful. — Robert Breault

Often war is waged only in order to show valor; thus an inner dignity is ascribed to war itself, and even some philosophers have praised it as an ennoblement of humanity, forgetting the pronouncement of the Greek who said, 'War is an evil in as much as it produces more wicked men than it takes away.' — Immanuel Kant

Frantically, he scans the room, settling on the closet.
Brayden sighs, 'Seriously, dude? Must we live the cliche?' — Lynn Kelling

Like fire and rain, (fire and rain) you can dirve me insane But i cant stay mad at you for anything, Were venus and mars, (venus and mars) were like diffrents stars, but your the harmony to every song i sing, And i wouldnt change a thing.. — Demi Lovato

She did worse than break the law, she broke the rules — Leo Tolstoy

Many a happiness in life, as many a disaster, can be due to chance, but the peace within us can never be governed by chance. — Maurice Maeterlinck

Simply setting targets to bring more "women into management" does not help leaders learn how to manage across genders; rather, it usually builds a solid wall of resistance among the male majority within a company. — Avivah Wittenberg-Cox

What the devil was this story? Douglas pushed open the door to his sitting room, propped one shoulder against the window frame as he opened the plain, prudish cover, and began to read.
By the end of the first page his eyebrows started to rise. By the end of the second, his mouth was hanging open. And when he reached the last page, he no longer cared about Spence's wager or the bounty on Lady Constance's head or what Burke was thinking to let Joan read this.
If Madeline Wilde had written this
even if every word sprang solely out of her imagination and not from her experience
he wanted to get to know her much, much better. — Caroline Linden