Aweng Quotes & Sayings

Any sign that the newbie regarded his or her time as of any value whatsoever was a bad omen, — Hope Jahren

Yet love enters my blood like an I.V.,
dripping in its little white moments. — Anne Sexton

Oh God, Oh God! that it were possible
To undo things done; to call back yesterday!
That time could turn up her swift and sandy glass,
To untell days, and to redeem these hours. — Thomas Heywood

And yet he was always prepared: It will end this month, he would tell himself. And then, at the end of the month: Next month. He won't want to talk to me next month. He tried to keep himself in a constant state of readiness; he tried to prepare himself for disappointment, even as he yearned to be proven wrong. — Hanya Yanagihara

For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity. — Marcel Proust

They kept me in a cage for too long because now every room I am standing in is just another cell. — Raegan Butcher

If you don't pay appropriate attention to what has your attention, it will take more of your attention than it deserves. — David Allen

People get scared when you try to do something, especially when it looks like you're succeeding. People do not get scared when you're failing. It calms them. But when you're winning, it makes them feel like they're losing or, worse yet, that maybe they should've tried to do something too, but now it's too late. And since they didn't, they want to stop you. You can't let them. — Mindy Kaling

If someone realises the piece they are wearing is inspired by me then it only broadens my audience. — Alexander Wang

But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime Of fairy o'er this land of ours; When glistening leaves and shaded streams In the soft light of Autumn lay, And, like the music of our dreams, The viewless breezes seemed to stray 'T was bitter then to rend the heart With the sad thought that we must part; And, like some low and mournful spell, To whisper but one word farewell! — Benjamin

Ninety percent of all human wisdom is the ability to mind your own business. — Robert A. Heinlein

Must I dwell in slavery's night And all pleasure take its flight Far beyond my feeble sight, Forever? — Juana Ines De La Cruz

Quite possibly, this depressive illness was the familiar sort that grew from perfectionist expectations. — Paul C. Nagel

Cherished it for being small and inconvenient, and thus keeping out the "new people" whom New York was beginning to dread and yet be drawn to; and the sentimental clung to it for its historic associations, and the musical for its excellent acoustics, always so problematic a quality in halls built for the hearing of music. — Edith Wharton