Fujii Shuuka Quotes

#1. Scarlett O'Hara's father, Thomas, is an Irish immigrant who names his plantation Tara, after the home of the High Kings in Ireland. In an appealing nod to the "luck of the Irish," we read that Thomas O'Hara won his lands in a card game!

Rashers Tierney

#2. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

William Shakespeare

#3. Even in junior high, I always knew I had a talent for music and I knew I could make money that way.

Bob Seger

#4. The strange thing was, he wanted to like everyone. He just couldn't find a way to do it.

David Guterson

#5. Our house was like sleeping beauties palace after the enchanted spell is cast

Karen Foxlee

#6. You pay for good days by then having bad days. You pay for joy with pain.

Taylor Swift

#7. D.C.'s a tough place to get love unless you're from D.C. It's like everybody hates you here. The only black person that everyone can agree on is Obama.

Wale

#8. He learned by experience that one train of thought left him sad, the other joyful. This was his first reasoning on spiritual matters.

Ignatius Of Loyola

#9. Many the wonders but nothing walks stranger than man.

Sophocles

#10. You have to imagine your own death. When your time comes, what will you regret not doing? What will you wish you had more time to do, and what will have seemed trivial? Think of what you fear losing - those are the things that matter most.

Jeff Goins

#11. A good autobiography is like a document: a mirror of the age on which people can 'depend.' In a novel, by contrast, it's not the facts that matter, but precisely what you add to the facts.

Imre Kertesz

#12. My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before; My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.

Arthur Hugh Clough

#13. Can I assume you're sober?"
"Nope, had two diet root beers.

Dean Koontz

#14. I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

Edgar Allan Poe