Chiamia Quotes & Sayings

Just 'cause you're following a
well-marked trail don't mean
that whoever made it knew where
they were goin'. — Texas Bix Bender

Pots can show malice, the patterns of linoleum can leer up at you, treachery is the other side of dailiness. — Alice Munro

So much of our cultural representation of what an investigative journalist looks like, in movies and pop culture, is about this really testosterone-filled dude screaming, "Give me what you got!" I didn't see myself as someone who would be good at or comfortable with that. — Sarah Stillman

Perhaps this is the solution to medicine's midlife crisis, too: doctors focusing on their noble craft, their relationships with patients, the stuff over which we have some control. Ultimately, this may be the best hope for our professional salvation. — Sandeep Jauhar

You deserve to take up space. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

There is a huge thirst for knowledge among the younger generation for contemporary art, but most of them learn about it by going on the Internet. — Dasha Zhukova

To take seriously something so unserious means to lose all one's own seriousness — Milan Kundera

If I look confused it's because I'm thinking. — Samuel Goldwyn

'Adult life is a series of compromises, Adrien.'
'Yeah, only you're negotiating with the Devil.'
Still not looking at me, he growled, 'Oh, go to hell.'
I raised my water in a toast. 'Sure. I'll follow the trail of bread crumbs you're scattering.' — Josh Lanyon

Love at a distance may be poignant; it is also idealized. Contact, more than separation, is the test of attachment. — Ilka Chase

Once upon a time, I was a workaholic clocking more than 80 hours per week. That changed after I began to write. I now work only around 35 hours per week. I do not work on weekends because these are the days that I use for research as well as for my writing. — Ashwin Sanghi

Yea, v-verily, she answered, understanding his thought though not his idiom and speaking without - she hoped - noticeable hesitation. "Methought I saw a serpent moving in the grass yonder, but now I see 'twas but the stirring of the breeze." She slid her hands under the paper bag in her lap to hide their trembling.
Ana Vasilifata — Werner A. Lind

I turn and kick with the first one and feel myself being lifted and thrown towards the beach. It's like wrestling with an old friend, tumbling underneath then coming up for air. — Mark Smith