Aisyah R.a Quotes & Sayings

Pilots, to a large degree, are like salesmen. They have to be confident to be good at their jobs. They have to practice relentlessly and plan out all the scenarios of the things that could happen when they're out there. Nothing is more important than preparation. They are also mighty competitive, both as individuals and as squadrons. — Simon Sinek

Chesterton spoke of 'the modern and morbid habit of always sacrificing the normal to the abnormal.' It would be hard to sum up liberalism for succinctly. — Joseph Sobran

Writing is really wonderful art. A lot of this is discovery. A lot of things are lying around waiting to be discovered and that's our job as writers is to just notice them and bring them to life. — George Carlin

It is impossible to tell whether prohibition is a good thing or a bad thing. It has never been enforced in this country. — Fiorello H. La Guardia

As long as a character doesn't die, the character can always come back. — Cote De Pablo

Great songs are gone; unsung songs remain. Who will sing them? — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we get to Lee. It seems absurdly simple, and yet, somehow I can get nothing to go upon. There's plenty of thread, no doubt, but I can't get the end of it into my hand. — Arthur Conan Doyle

The way to God is not vertically up. Never down. It is horizontal. Love lights up much of the path. — Priyavrat Thareja

In 1970, Dean Robert Ebert offered me the Chair of Pathology at Harvard Medical School. I moved to Harvard because I missed the university environment and, more particularly, the stimulating interaction with the eager, enthusiastic, and unprejudiced young minds of the students and fellows. — Baruj Benacerraf

What does so-called success or failure matter if only you have succeeded in doing the thing you set out to do. The DOING is all that really counts. — Eva Le Gallienne

About six in the evening I came out of the moorland to a white ribbon of road which wound up the narrow vale of a lowland stream. As I followed it, fields gave place to bent, the glen became a plateau, and presently I had reached a kind of pass where a solitary house smoked in the twilight. The road swung over a bridge, and leaning on the parapet was a young man. He was smoking a long clay pipe and studying the water with spectacled eyes. In his left hand was a small book with a finger marking the place. Slowly he repeated - As when a Gryphon through the wilderness With winged step, o'er hill and moory dale Pursues the Arimaspian. He jumped round as my step rung on the keystone, and I saw a pleasant sunburnt boyish face. 'Good evening to you,' he said gravely. 'It's a fine night for the road.' The smell of peat smoke and of some savoury roast floated to me from the house. — John Buchan

I think I realized early on that my family wasn't like other families. — Victoria Gotti