Beknazarov Quotes & Sayings

By accident Jeb Bush announced that he was running for president. And then he said, 'No, not yet. OK, I made a mistake.' And then later in the day, by accident, he called Hillary and congratulated her. — David Letterman

Boom, baby. How you like me now?" Beckett wanted to stroke her hair, but it was a knotty, bloody mess. He felt proud.
She laughed. "Pretty damn good, I'll give you that."
"I love your laugh. I need more of it." He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. — Debra Anastasia

We are the hands and fingers of God. But we must use them! — Tom Herstad

For me, 'Room' is an opportunity to relive an aspect of my childhood that I hadn't put a ton of thought into. — Brie Larson

The Eerie Silence: are we alone in the universe? — Paul Davies

Although I still write, research and investigate, my role is primarily that of a publisher and editor-in-chief who organises and directs other journalists. — Julian Assange

Goodness is equally hateful to the wicked, as vice is to the virtuous. — Jane Porter

Into every life there come the painful, despairing days of adversity and buffeting. There seems to be a full measure of anguish, sorrow, and often heartbreak for everyone, including those who earnestly seek to do right and be faithful ... In this way the soul can become like soft clay in the hands of the Master. — James E. Faust

To a sprinter, the hundred-yard dash is over in three seconds, not nine or ten. The first 'second' is when you come out of the blocks. The next is when you look up and take your first few strides to attain gain position. By that time the race is actually about half over. The final 'second' - the longest slice of time in the world for an athlete - is that last half of the race, when you really bear down and see what you're made of. It seems to take an eternity, yet is all over before you can think what's happening. — Jesse Owens

Is spirituality a necessary component for resilience? The answer is yes. — Brene Brown

It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour. — Henry James

This
final and long
longed-for job:
to be unhappy
without doing
evil. — Franz Wright

For my type of story and my kind of writing, I think 'Vanity Fair' is the right forum. — Dominick Dunne