Ortigas Condo Quotes

#1. Xypher flashed himself into Simone's bedroom, expecting to find her there.
It was empty.
Closing his eyes, he sensed for presences in the condo. There no Simone, but Jesse and Gloria in Jesse's room.
Without thinking, he flashed in there to find the two ghosts naked on the bed. "Oh g-ds, I'm blind." He spun around to give them his back.
"Don't you knock?" Jesse said. #Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

#2. I had a girls' writing retreat at my condo and a bunch of other female writers came down. Me and two other writers got there before everyone and they pitched this idea to me. At first I wasn't sure what direction it was going in, but then once they kind of explained to me what they were thinking, we wrote it. #Quote by Jamie Lynn Spears

#3. BEST FRIENDS SHOULD BE TOGETHER
We'll get a pair of those half-heart necklaces so every ask n' point reminds us we are one glued duo. We'll send real letters like our grandparents did, handwritten in smart cursive curls. We'll extend cell plans and chat through favorite shows like a commentary track just for each other. We'll get our braces off on the same day, chew whole packs of gum. We'll nab some serious studs but tell each other everything. Double-date at a roadside diner exactly halfway between our homes. Cry on shoulders when our boys fail us. We'll room together at State, cover the walls floor-to-ceiling with incense posters of pop dweebs gone wry. See how beer feels. Be those funny cute girls everybody's got an eye on. We'll have a secret code for hot boys in passing. A secret dog named Freshman Fifteen we'll have to hide in the rafters during inspection. Follow some jam band one summer, grooving on lawns, refusing drugs usually. Get tattoos that only spell something when we stand together. I'll be maid of honor in your wedding and you'll be co-maid with my sister but only cause she'd disown me if I didn't let her. We'll start a store selling just what we like. We'll name our firstborn daughters after one another, and if our husbands don't like it, tough. Lifespans being what they are, we'll be there for each other when our men have passed, and all the friends who come to visit our assisted living condo will be dazzled by what fun we still have together. We'll b #Quote by Gabe Durham

#4. Nothing is more often misdiagnosed than our homesickness for Heaven. We think that what we want is sex, drugs, alcohol, a new job, a raise, a doctorate, a spouse, a large-screen television, a new car, a cabin in the woods, a condo in Hawaii. What we really want is the person we were made for, Jesus, and the place we were made for, Heaven. Nothing less can satisfy us. #Quote by Randy Alcorn

#5. Contrary to popular belief and Pinterest, not everything is made better by being sorted into containers. Socks don't need their own little cubbies. They're socks - they're not going to wander off or get into fights. #Quote by Messie Condo

#6. Barring extreme physical and mental disabilities, each and every one of us is where we are today
be it poor or wealthy, happy or sad, on the streets or in a condo, in a Mercedes or a rusted-out Pinto
because of the choices we have made during our lives. It's the choices we have made that put us where we are, not the choices others have made for us. #Quote by Neal Boortz

#7. My father moved out to Park City in in the mid-'70s and lived in a Winnebago behind a hippie joint called Utah Coal & Lumber that was one of only two or three restaurants at that time. Park City was a sleepy little mining town, with not a condo in sight. #Quote by Ira Sachs

#8. Weird. I rang it three times." – Nekoda
"There might be something with out condo." 'Other than the fact that it lived under a perpetual dismal cloud and was infested with roaches the size of his fist. It was probably over a hellmouth, too, that didn't allot for any kind of reception other than two cans joined by a length string.' – Nick #Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

#9. I need to be performing. I need to be acting. I need to be designing a condo and ripping down walls and buying new plates and looking at fashion magazines. There always has to be some movement in the artistic department for me to not get really, really low. #Quote by Alanis Morissette

#10. And began typing.
We will not be meeting in my bedroom. Jack and I will meet you at your condo at midnight.
Two minutes later there was an answer.
Sounds Kinky. I'll break out the whips and chains. You wear that pair of black boots I like. #Quote by Brodi Ashton

#11. Fate threw his hands up as I passed the ice cream stand. "Where are you going?"
"My condo."
"I still want ice cream."
"You still want ice cream?"
"Yes. #Quote by Donna Augustine

#12. Something hot rolled over in my stomach. It felt like uneasiness that maybe shared a condo wall with terror. And maybe arousal lived a couple of doors down. #Quote by Eli Easton

#13. Marks's jaw worked beneath the skin, and then he looked beyond my kitchen. "You have a second bedroom. You've invited her." "She doesn't want to lose her condo," I said. Val's eyes widened. "That's what I've told him." "I don't want you living with him! It's fucking weird!" Marks said. "Joel, I'm handling this," Val said. "If you don't want to stick around, I understand. #Quote by Jamie McGuire

#14. Our relationship quickly grew. I was living in Long Beach at the time; Chris was in San Diego. Conservatively speaking, that's a two-hour drive. But Chris drove it often. He'd get off work, hop in his pickup, and be at my condo before dark. And not just on the weekends: he often rose before the sun to get to work in Coronado Beach. We'd go out to eat, maybe take in a movie, play miniature golf, bowl, see friends--the usual date stuff. But our most fun was just hanging out together.
I pinned a picture of Chris up near my desk. (It's the profile picture on his Facebook page, if you're interested.) Under it, I taped a quote that went along the lines of: Life is not about the number of breaths you take; it's the moments that take your breath away.
Chris was all about those breathtaking moments--riding broncs in the rodeo, jumping out of planes. He worked hard and played hard--but was just as likely to relax completely, sitting comfortably on the couch with a beer or whatever as he took it easy. It was a paradox; I loved both sides. #Quote by Taya Kyle

#15. I don't like condo life. #Quote by Mitch Gaylord

#16. Was it tacky to get a cake during a hostage crisis? What was the protocol? She pictured chocolate frosting with white lettering: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOPE YOUR DAUGHTER ISN'T DEAD. But this year was her fiftieth, a year with a zero. Veronica had to do something. So on her way to the condo she'd swung by a bakery and picked up a small German chocolate cake. It was her mom's favorite - or at least it had been, a decade ago. #Quote by Rob Thomas

#17. I live in New York City, but I live in Hoboken because it's cheaper there, and I can own a condo. #Quote by Katie Nolan

#18. You see Matt and Anthony every week. You see everyone every week."

"Not everyone, Nick," his mother said pointedly. Then her voice changed and turned warmer. "Well, except for this upcoming weekend."

Nick paused at this. It could've been a trap. Perhaps his mother suspected something was up with her birthday and was fishing for information. Although it was surprising that she'd come to him - she usually went after Anthony, who had the secret-keeping skills of a four-year-old.

"Why? What's happening this weekend?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Oh, nothing much. I just heard something about a sixtieth birthday party your father and you boys are planning for me."

Fucking Anthony.

"And don't go blaming Anthony," his mother said, quick to protect her youngest. "I'd already heard about it from your aunt Donna before he slipped."

Nick knew what her next question would be before the words left her mouth.

"So? Are you bringing a date?" she asked.

"Sorry, Ma. It'll just be me."

"There's a surprise."

He pulled into the driveway that led to the parking garage of his condo building. "Just a warning, I'm about to pull into the garage - I might lose you."

"How convenient," his mother said. "Because I had a really nice lecture planned for you."

"Let me guess the highlights: it involved me needing to focus on something other than work, and you dying heartbro #Quote by Julie James

#19. I was bartending in Boston five, six nights a week, living in my grandmother's condo. By the way, I'm a really good bartender - that's the only skill I can confidently say I have. #Quote by Katie Nolan

#20. It is more a mentality than the actual places people live, as Jefferson and Hamilton would argue about - city versus country. For example, someone could have an empty place mentality yet be living in a condo in Boca Raton. #Quote by Gail Collins

#21. It's that time of the month again…

As we head into those dog days of July, Mike would like to thank those who helped him get the toys he needs to enjoy his summer.

Thanks to you, he bought a new bass boat, which we don't need; a condo in Florida, where we don't spend any time; and a $2,000 set of golf clubs…which he had been using as an alibi to cover the fact that he has been remorselessly banging his secretary, Beebee, for the last six months.

Tragically, I didn't suspect a thing. Right up until the moment Cherry Glick inadvertently delivered a lovely floral arrangement to our house, apparently intended to celebrate the anniversary of the first time Beebee provided Mike with her special brand of administrative support. Sadly, even after this damning evidence-and seeing Mike ram his tongue down Beebee's throat-I didn't quite grasp the depth of his deception. It took reading the contents of his secret e-mail account before I was convinced. I learned that cheap motel rooms have been christened. Office equipment has been sullied. And you should think twice before calling Mike's work number during his lunch hour, because there's a good chance that Beebee will be under his desk "assisting" him.

I must confess that I was disappointed by Mike's over-wrought prose, but I now understand why he insisted that I write this newsletter every month. I would say this is a case of those who can write, do; and those who can't do Taxes.

An #Quote by Molly Harper

#22. Aomame thought about the jiyugaoka apartment she had just vacated. It was in an old building, not terribly clean, with the occasional cockroach, and the walls were thin - not exactly the kind of place to which one because attached. Now, though, she missed it. In this brand-new, spotless condo, she felt like an anonymous person, stripped of memory and individuality. #Quote by Haruki Murakami

#23. Someone has a woman in your condo?" "My brother," he groaned. "Which one?" "Taylor. #Quote by Jamie McGuire

#24. Is it as bad out there as they say it is?" he asked. "From my six-inch window, it looks like we got hit with one hell of a storm."

"It took me nearly an hour to shovel the sidewalk this morning," Jordan said.

Kyle brushed his neck-length dark blond hair off his face. "See? That's one of the positives of being in prison. No shoveling."

Her brother had long ago set the rules regarding their visits. Jokes about being in prison were expected and encouraged, sympathy was not. Which was good for both of them, considering her family had never done particularly well with the mushy and sentimental stuff.

"You live in a penthouse condo and haven't shoveled snow for years," she pointed out.

"A deliberate choice I made because of the trauma of my youth," Kyle said. "Remember how Dad used to make me shovel the whole block every time it snowed? I was eight when he came up with that plan - barely taller than the shovel."

"And I got to stay inside making hot chocolate with Mom." Jordan waved off the retort she saw coming. "Hey, it was good for you - it built character." She paused for a moment, taking in their steel-barred surroundings. "Maybe Dad should've made you shovel the next block over, too."

"That's cute."

"I thought so. #Quote by Julie James

#25. All questions of right to one side, I have never been able to banish the queasy inner suspicion that Israel just did not look, or feel, either permanent or sustainable. I felt this when sitting in the old Ottoman courtyards of Jerusalem, and I felt it even more when I saw the hideous 'Fort Condo' settlements that had been thrown up around the city in order to give the opposite impression. If the statelet was only based on a narrow strip of the Mediterranean littoral (god having apparently ordered Moses to lead the Jews to one of the very few parts of the region with absolutely no oil at all), that would be bad enough. But in addition, it involved roosting on top of an ever-growing population that did not welcome the newcomers. #Quote by Christopher Hitchens

#26. We got to go to Lucas Ranch and, at that time, my brother was still living in a condo about a mile from Robin Williams, and so I made all of the other comics jealous because I got to get a ride home with him. #Quote by Carlos Alazraqui

#27. You were playing in the road?" "Road, sidewalk, does it really matter? What's more important is, if I can't play inside, and I can't play outside, where is a girl supposed to play?" Upstairs, eleventh floor, condo unit 1101. His bedroom had plenty of room. Of course the sport he pictured didn't involve any props. Nor did it include any clothes. But telling her she could play with him naked probably wasn't the answer she looked for. #Quote by Eve Langlais

#28. I have nightmares that I'm going to wake up, and everyone's driving a Prius and living in a condo, and we're all getting health insurance. #Quote by Kid Rock

#29. Mitt Romney looks like a guy modeling briefs on a package of underwear ... He looks like a guy who goes to the restroom when the check comes ... He looks like a guy who would run a seminar on condo flipping ... He looks like he is the closer at a Cadillac dealership ... He looks like that guy on the golf course in the Levitra commercial. #Quote by David Letterman

#30. That's why I got a new dumb thing moving through the streets
Got a new condo moving to the beach
Heard Nicki just bought a brand new crib
Got damn man she's beauty and the beast #Quote by Drake

#31. With this house. Placing his hand on the cool metal handle on the door of his black Bentley, he barely heard the familiar click as the catch released. And as he climbed into the seat, he was oblivious to the fresh, pungent smell of the smooth leather upholstery. Pulling quickly out of the driveway, Rafe began heading the short distance to the city, where he had a condo a couple of blocks from his office building. Luckily, Sharron had refused to live in San Francisco, causing him to sleep there on the many late nights he'd worked. The apartment was his - his #Quote by Melody Anne

#32. For some reason, Greg Ginn from Black Flag is recording an Access: Hollywood episode in my bathroom, doing an interview with one of those interchangeable video host babes. He's talking about how an important part of making it as a punk rock musician is to buy a good condo at a low interest rate, and then list it on Airbnb when you're on tour. While he talks, he eats a loaf of garlic bread that has currywurst on it, which is a trending meme that week. #Quote by Jon Konrath

#33. I live with my family. I moved to L.A. eight years ago, and it's the same room. But I'm looking now. I might get a condo. #Quote by Taylor Lautner

#34. Here: an exercise in choice. Your choice. One of these tales is true.
She lived through the war. In 1959 she came to America. She now lives in a condo in Miami, a tiny French woman with white hair, with a daughter and a grand-daughter. She keeps herself to herself and smiles rarely, as if the weight of memory keeps her from finding joy.
Or that's a lie. Actually the Gestapo picked her up during a border crossing in 1943, and they left her in a meadow. First she dug her own grave, then a single bullet to the back of the skull.
Her last thought, before that bullet, was that she was four months' pregnant, and that if we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us.
There is an old woman in Miami who wakes, confused, from a dream of the wind blowing the wildflowers in a meadow.
There are bones untouched beneath the warm French earth which dream of a daughter's wedding. Good wine is drunk. The only tears shed are happy ones. #Quote by Neil Gaiman

#35. Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this.
What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it. #Quote by Chuck Palahniuk

#36. In his head Beckett put the two of them in a big snow globe with glitter that he could shake when he wanted them to fucking sparkle together. Perfect in their condo with a dog and a kid and glitter. #Quote by Debra Anastasia

#37. A $100,000 kitchen won't turn a $200,000 condo into a $300,000 resale. #Quote by Jamie Gold