Z8 Crossfire Quotes & Sayings

Last names ... they were like word parasites. They attached to people in strange ways, moved across cultural and political lines, traveled the world and reattached to others, certainly at whim and seemingly at random.
Why didn't anybody else see how creepy last names were? They labeled a person as coming from a particular class or geographical area or linked their identity to another person, as if someone's identity had no merit on its own unless it had latched on to another. — Thea Harrison

Age never matters when there is a will to learn more will to learn better.!!

Always remember, every success story begins with a START.!!

Anyone can desire but there are few who DESERVE.!!

Anyone can desire, be the one who DESERVE.!! — Harsh Malik

I like to read fairytales. They make my imagination go wild, and I wander in fairyland. — Debasish Mridha

The characters are the plot. What they do and say and the things that happen to them are, in a sense, what the plot is. You can't take character and plot apart from each other, really. — Terry Pratchett

People should be shrouded in mystery. Especially actors. No, hang on, maybe actors should be blown up. — Michael Gambon

Words are so heavy. — Markus Zusak

Life is fearless battle. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

The master observes the world but trusts his inner vision. He allows things to come and go. He prefers what is within to what is without. — Lao-Tzu

I'm not a wushu champion. I was an athlete when I was a kid. I was a swimmer and a runner, but all this action stuff is such a challenge. It really, really is. — Maggie Q

A girl sitting with us in the boat compared traveling over the water to the imperceptible gliding and progress of growth, that of fruit for example, which perhaps would have little desire to ripen if it knew to what end. — Robert Walser

Have a quick ten years. — Vic James

To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered, and rising very slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire, as a pale shrouded figure it loomed over the Hill. For a moment it wavered, looking to the West; but out of the West came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing. — J.R.R. Tolkien