Financials Stock Quotes & Sayings

Have you ever asked yourself whether you'd rather fly or be invisible? — Claire Messud

Work less than you think you should. It took me a while to realise there was a point each day when my creativity ran out and I was just producing words - usually lousy ones - for their own sake. And nap: it helps to refresh the brain, at least mine. — Amy Waldman

I can't think of anything more depressing than to be an Egyptian high priest on display next to a set of vintage wagon wheels and a two-headed chicken. — Jennifer Niven

You think to yourself, "If one drink feels really good and two feels really, really good, a hundred ought to feel fantastic." As sane people know, it doesn't work that way. A hundred drinks feels terrible. Bad things happen. But the addict keeps at it, thinking at some point it's going to get good again The point is to not feel what you're feeling. The problem is, you become someone you never thought you would become, and you have no idea how you got there. — Kim Severson

The only world in which "defeat" exists as a reality is the one darkened by the false idea that what may have happened to us a moment ago is the same as what's possible for us to achieve now. — Guy Finley

The fact that boys are allowed to exist at all is evidence of a remarkable Christian forebearance among men. — Ambrose Bierce

The evidence for our New Testament writings is ever so much greater than the evidence for many writings of classical authors, the authenticity of which no one dreams of questioning. And if the New Testament were a collection of secular writings, their authenticity would generally be regarded as beyond all doubt. — F.F. Bruce

Despite his care, Reid was still playing with fire, the kind that could without warning sheathe one's whole life in irreversible conflagration. — Paul Russell

I remember my first shield wall," I said, "and I was scared." It had been against cattle raiders from Wales and I had been terrified. Since then I had fought against the best that the Northmen could send against us, I had clashed shields and smelled my enemy's stinking breath as I killed him, and I still feared the shield wall. One day I would die in such a wall. I would go down, biting against the pain, and an enemy's blade would tear the life from me. Maybe today, I thought, probably today. I touched the hammer. — Bernard Cornwell