Chale Gaye Quotes & Sayings

It took me 11 years to struggle through one dumb book, and every day you just want to give up. But you don't find out you're an artist because you do something really well. — Junot Diaz

Where everyman is participator in the government of affairs, not merely at an election one day in the year but everyday, he will let the heart be torn out of his body sooner than his power be wrested from him by a Caesar or a Bonaparte. — Thomas Jefferson

The nearest thing we have to a defence against [the gods] (but there is no real defence) is to be very wide awake and sober and hard at work, to hear no music, never to look at earth or sky, and (above all) to love no one. — C.S. Lewis

And all because a boy loved a girl, she said at last. — Lauren Kate

The kid is scary. — Orson Scott Card

Are our ways of teaching students to ask some questions always correlative with our ways of teaching them not to ask - indeed, to be unconscious of - others? Does the educational system exist in order to promulgate knowledge, or is its main function rather to universalize a society's tacit agreement about what it has decided it does not and cannot know? — Barbara Johnson

He went over to the leathers and picked them up. Nice Catholic boy like him didn't know much about BDSM, but it looked like he was going to learn firsthand.
Taking out his cellphone, he hit V, but didn't expect an answer. He guessed GPS was going to have to come in handy once again. — J.R. Ward

I was always cutting words. I even would write my jokes in my notebook. I still do this, almost like a poem. — Anthony Jeselnik

Well what are you looking at me for? If this is a democratic process, I've been outvoted," he said in exasperation. "This is why democracy doesn't work. The crazy people always outnumber the sane people. — Joseph R. Lallo

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich. — Mike Mills

If you can call it talking, these clipped whispers, projected through the funnels of our white wings. It's more like a telegram, a verbal semaphore. Amputated speech. — Margaret Atwood