Belkacem Hacene Djaballah Quotes & Sayings

My parents came from Calcutta. They arrived in Cambridge, much like the parents in my novel. And I found myself sort of caught between the world of my parents and the world they had left behind and still clung to, and also the world that surrounded me at school and everywhere else, as soon as I set foot out the door. — Jhumpa Lahiri

The word "lesson" came back to Pooh as one he had heard before somewhere.
"There's a thing called Twy-stymes," he said. "Christopher Robin tried to teach it to me once, but it didn't."
"What didn't?" said Rabbit.
"Didn't what?" said Piglet.
Pooh shook his head.
"I don't know," he said. "It just didn't. What are we talking about?"
"Pooh," said Piglet reproachfully, "haven't you been listening to what Rabbit was saying?"
"I listened, but I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again, please, Rabbit? — A.A. Milne

I wish to live because life has within it that which is good, that which is beautiful, and that which is love. — Lorraine Hansberry

There comes a time in each man's education in which he comes to the conclusion that envy is ignorance, imitation is suicide, and society in in conspiracy against each one of its members. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Every science is made up entirely of anomalies rearranged to fit. — R.A. Lafferty

Creativity is the unseen magic that seeps out of a person's soul and touches whatever he or she crafts. Creativity is the glue that seals every newborn project with briliance and flair. Creativity is an always inspiring, sometimes frightening, omnipresent, and strangely powerful gift that's free for the capture.
-Patricia Miller, Author — Patricia Miller

The sweetest song is the beautiful smile of a loving woman. — Debasish Mridha

The ultimate is finding a place where you have no inhibitions, nothing to hide, where you can learn with one another. — Jennifer Aniston

Go on to your sunny, bright future," Henry said in a quiet voice. "I won't be there. — Heather Davis

NEVERLAND:The imaginary island home of Peter Pan and the lost boys. A place where you never grow up. Michael Jackson's former retreat. An accurate description of the 21st century. — Daniel Prokop

I woke up to the warm sun on my naked back. Finger tips traveled down my spine, and back up. A little circle over my shoulder blade, and then back down again. My hands were under my pillow and my face was turned away from Tucker. I smiled when I felt his lips gently touch my shoulder.
"I love you," he murmured into my warm, sun kissed skin. — Nichele Reese

How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself — Fyodor Dostoyevsky