Aghedo Quotes & Sayings

So perhaps it was her grief I felt as I gazed on this child not mine, and not even much of a child anymore. Grief not for him, nor for Martha exactly, but for all my lost selves, which I liked to imagine were still somehow there, waiting for my return. But those selves were long gone. I would never be younger again. This was so simple it went without saying, but unsaid, one could try to forget it. — Susan Choi

You can give without loving ,but you can't love without giving. — Jazlyn Roehl

The crow cawed again overhead, and a strong sea wind came in and burst through the trees, making the green pine needles shake themselves all over the place. That sound always gave me goose bumps, the good kind. It was the sound an orphan governess hears in a book,before a mad woman sets the bed curtains on fire. — April Genevieve Tucholke

The reality is that we have one of lowest voter turnouts of any major country on earth because so many people have given up on the political process. The reality is that there has been trillions of dollars of wealth going from the middle class in the last 30 years to the top 1/10th of 1 percent. — Bernie Sanders

The old woman was the kind who would not cut down a large old tree because it was a large old tree. — Flannery O'Connor

The Heisman attention has definitely been a little bit of a surprise. It's been out of my hands. It's something I'm not focused on. I'm focused on the season and trying to win as many games as possible. — Johnny Manziel

I have known not a few men who, after reaching the summits of business success, found themselves miserable on attaining retirement age. They were so exclusively engrossed in their day to day affairs that they had no time for friend making. — B.C. Forbes

But as Rianne walked away from him, he could only stand there and watch, tearing at the earth with
restless claws.
Wishing with all his heart that he could go after her.
Eiona's presence kept him locked in place and for the first time, he found himself resenting the
bond that held them so tightly together. — Shiloh Walker

I still do not know what impels anyone sound of mind to leave dry land and spend a lifetime describing people who do not exist. If it is child's play, an extension of make believe - something one is frequently assured by people who write about writing - how to account for the overriding wish to do that, just that, only that, and consider it as rational an occupation as riding a bicycle over the Alps? — Mavis Gallant

Everyone I knew hated Monday mornings, but I never minded them. — Jojo Moyes