Amarjeet Sohi Quotes & Sayings

Life doesn't hang around, it keeps moving and if you don't keep up you can lose things. — Alexandra Potter

Remember this: No one is looking at your imperfections; they're all too busy worrying about their own. — Isaac Mizrahi

Interest does not tie nations together; it sometimes separates them. But sympathy and understanding does unite them. — Woodrow Wilson

But if that is what it meant to win the game, how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, and deprived of what one hopes. [...] There is no peace without hope [...] A warmth of life and an image of death: that was knowledge. — Albert Camus

I am very much afraid of definitions, and yet one is almost forced to make them. One must take care, too, not to be inhibited by them. — Robert Delaunay

In this world, there must be a certain degree of honor just as there must be a certain amount of light. When there are many men without honor, there will always be some others who bear in themselves the honor of many men. — Jose Marti

Within me burns a flame which has been passed from generations uncounted and its heat is a constant irritation to my spirit to become better than I am, and I will. — Og Mandino

My books have always been safe spaces, sanctuaries for Queer folk, first and foremost, but all are welcome. — Andrew Demcak

Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon ... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes. — D.H. Lawrence

You don't do that. You don't just leave your family. Sticking together ... it's the only way to survive. — Kiera Cass

In the old days, people would gather around the fire, or they would gather at a tavern, and they'd tell a story. And then, maybe a week later, someone would tell the same story, but with a different twist on it. That's how folk takes evolved. — Joseph Gordon-Levitt

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Grace wasn't so sure. She had become accustomed to the photograph, of course, seeing it every day, but she didn't envy Nancy Beaton. The girl looked sad, Grace thought, and all of that shining material bunched behind her looked heavy, as if it were weighing her down. She didn't look like a shooting star about to streak across a dark sky, she looked anchored to the earth. Trapped. Like a butterfly in a jar. — Sarah Painter