Ajarnadam Quotes & Sayings

You'll never see my books on Vanity Fair I'm not the type of author they would want there — Stanley Victor Paskavich

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone.
"I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Michael Faraday, the son of a Yorkshire blacksmith, was born in south London in 1791. He was self-educated, leaving school at fourteen to become an apprentice bookbinder. He engineered his own lucky break into the world of professional science after attending a lecture in London by the Cornish scientist Sir Humphry Davy in 1811. Faraday sent the notes he had taken at the lecture to Davy, who was so impressed by Faraday's diligent transcription that he appointed him his scientific assistant. Faraday went on to become a giant of nineteenth-century science, widely acknowledged to have been one of the greatest experimental physicists of all time. Davy is quoted as saying that Faraday was his greatest scientific discovery. — Brian Cox

I am not an atheist. An atheist is someone who has compelling evidence that there is no Judeo-Christian-Islamic God. I am not that wise, but neither do I consider there to be anything approaching adequate evidence for such a god. Why are you in such a hurry to make up your mind? Why not simply wait until there is compelling evidence? — Carl Sagan

I know how it feels when you want to illustrate an idea but you just don't know how to start. And when you finally grabbed the confidence to mark that paper but then it turned out really terrible that you don't want to show it to anyone. — John Davidson

The racing bug is never going to go away. It's like the Mafia. — Davy Jones

Sometimes I don't even bother coming up with proper words for conversation. It's not necessary; some people are content to just talk to themselves. — NoViolet Bulawayo

It's a bird of some sort. It's like a duck, only I never saw a duck have so many colors.
The bird swam swiftly and gracefully toward the Magic Isle, and as it drew nearer its gorgeously colored plumage astonished them. The feathers were of many hues of glistening greens and blues and purples, and it had a yellow head with a red plume, and pink, white and violet in its tail. — L. Frank Baum

When death has you by the throat, you don't mince words. — Friedrich Durrenmatt

When you lose someone untimely; all left is never ending guilt, fear, and pain. — Nikita Dudani

What a writer needs?
A friend. A friend that'll accompany beside solitude itself. — Desi Puspitasari

The heart of a person only beats when it's surrounded by blood, by family. — Erica Goros