Top 12 Final Fantasy Bahamut Quotes
#1. If I still had the space, charcoal, and available walls,
I could compose a great work about forgetting:
a general theory of oblivion.
Jose Eduardo Agualusa
#2. I don't approve of women driving, mind you. And now they get to vote!" He grumbled to himself. "Remember that play we saw ("The Minotaur")? All women are like that. Given a chance, they'd all fornicate with a bull.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#3. We find them smaller and fainter, in constantly increasing numbers, and we know that we are reaching into space, farther and farther, until, with the faintest nebulae that can be detected with the greatest telescopes, we arrive at the frontier of the known universe.
Edwin Powell Hubble
#4. We write because we need somewhere for the stories in our heads to live.
Dana George
#5. He looks into my eyes for several intense seconds, watching me like I'm all he sees. And he's all I see. For this moment, it seems we are completely alone in the world, each wholly consumed by the other. Nothing else exists.
M. Leighton
#6. My interest in desperation lies only in that sometimes I find myself having become desperate. Very seldom do I start out that way. I can see of course that, in the abstract, thinking and all activity is rather desperate.
Willem De Kooning
#7. I'm a big fan of reality shows. I thought the first one, Dukes of Hazzard, captured white people perfectly.
George Lopez
#8. Israel is the only country in the Middle East where Arabs can be elected to the parliament in a democratic election.
Adam Michnik
#10. At the Manor on Bahnhofstrasse Anna fought aggressive crowds to pick out a modest twin sweater set that
Jill Alexander Essbaum
#11. No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.
Oscar Wilde
#12. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour).
Vladimir Nabokov
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