Dolah Saleh Quotes & Sayings

In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love. — Frank O'Hara

Time. Particles of darkness configured mysterious patterns on my retina. Patterns that degenerated without a sound, only to be replaced by new patterns. Darkness but darkness alone was shifting, like mercury in motionless space.
I put a stop to my thoughts and let time pass. Let time carry me along. Carry me to where a new darkness was configuring yet newer patterns. — Haruki Murakami

A Searcher, a Wolf Son and a Warrior," she announced. I suppressed a laugh. I almost expected her to say "walked into a bar. — H.D. Gordon

We are, all of us, our own phoenixes, if we choose to be. Out of the ashes, we can be reborn. — Christie Golden

The harder you fall, the higher you bounce. — Agnes F. Vandome

Talk is cheap, exploration and discovery is hard — Andrew H. Knoll

The power of the lawyer is in the uncertainty of the law. — Jeremy Bentham

Freshness is essential. That makes all the difference. — Julia Child

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere. — Lauren DeStefano

Peace is the precious fruit of a righteous life. It is possible because of the Atonement of the Savior. It is earned through full repentance, for that leads to refreshing forgiveness. — Richard G. Scott

I had an almost fetishistic attraction to film technology. — Lars Von Trier

She resolved, at forty-some, that since she herself must die, she would do it as gracefully as possible, as free as possible from vomitings, moans, the ignominy of basins, bedsores, and enemas, not to mention the intenser ignominious dependence of weak knees and various torments of the troubled mind. — M.F.K. Fisher

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious. — Meg Cabot

Why do we come to the world, only to suffer and depart? This is a unsolved misery. — Lailah Gifty Akita

There was a duplication of myself involved, perhaps even a triplication.
There was I who was writing. There was I whom I could remember. And there was I of whom I wrote, the protagonist of the story. — Christopher Priest