Amman Stock Exchange Quotes & Sayings

Brave, bold men, these are what we want. What we want is vigour in the blood, strength in the nerves, iron muscles and nerves of steel, not softening namby-pamby ideas. — Swami Vivekananda

A day away from Chartwell is a day wasted. — Winston Churchill

One of the most human things that you can do is reach out for the stars knowing that you might not ever touch them; we are all perfectly imperfect, but to live knowing so is to be a fulfilled human being. — Oli Anderson

Kissed. Worshipped. Seduced. Fucked within an inch of her life. — Alessandra Torre

As far as her mom was concerned, tea fixed everything. Have a cold? Have some tea. Broken bones? There's a tea for that too. Somewhere in her mother's pantry, Laurel suspected, was a box of tea that said, 'In case of Armageddon, steep three to five minutes'. — Aprilynne Pike

As with most of the future worlds in the science fiction, you are not talking about the future. You are talking about the present. You are using the future as a way of giving a bit of room to move. — Alan Moore

There is not a separate God for each person. There is one universal intelligence flowing through all of us. — Wayne Dyer

I wrote these songs for a dying planet, I'm sorry, but I'm telling the truth. — Joe Walsh

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. — Sylvia Plath

I refused to beat my head against stone, of course. — Herbert Lom

It was by this time about nine in the morning, and the first fog of the season. A great chocolate-colored pall lowered over heaven, but the wind was continually charging and routing these embattled vapors; so that as the cab crawled from street to street, Mr. Utterson beheld a marvelous number of degrees and hues of twilight; for here it would be dark like the black end of evening; and there would be a glow of a rich, lurid brown, like the light of some strange conflagration; and here for a moment, the fog would be quite broken up and a haggard shaft of daylight would glance in between the swirling wreaths. The dismal quarter of Soho seen under these changing glimpses, with its muddy ways, and slatternly passengers, and its lamps, which had never been extinguished or had been kindled afresh to combat this mournful reinvasion of darkness, seemed, in the lawyer's eyes, like a district of some city in a nightmare. — Robert Louis Stevenson

One puts to one's lips what drives one faster into the abyss. — Friedrich Nietzsche