Furet Karcher Quotes & Sayings

How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little.
Not like myself, Cath thought.
"Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop. — Rainbow Rowell

But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself? — Charlotte Bronte

To be a good manager of people requires both fairness and bluntness. — James Cook

Friendship is a two-way street ... if you're looking around your circle of "friends" and begin to realize that more than 98% of them are really just acquaintances, something has to change. — Michelle N. Onuorah

Babe, you've destroyed a car, burned down two buildings, stapled a guy's nuts, and you have sixteen stitches in your leg. Take a night off. Have a glass of wine, watch some television, and go to bed early.
-Ranger — Janet Evanovich

Like she knows what's inside of me, what makes me.... me. — Bridget Essex

Thus, words being symbols of ideas, we can collect ideas by collecting words. The fellow who said he tried reading the dictionary but couldn't get the hang of the story simply missed the point: namely, that it is a collection of short stories. — James Webb Young

There came a time, however, when death ceased to be the enforcer of finitude and began to look, instead, like the last opportunity for radical transformation, the only plausible portal to the infinite.
But to be seen as the finite carcass in a sea of blood and bone chips and gray matter
to inflict that version of himself on other people
was a violation of privacy so profound it seemed it would outlive him.
He was also afraid that it might hurt.
And there was a very important question that he still wanted answered. His children were coming, Gary and Denise and maybe even Chip, his intellectual son. It was possible that Chip, if he came, could answer the very important question.
And the question was:
The question was: — Jonathan Franzen

You will be surprised to know that the English word love comes from a Sanskrit word lobha; lobha means greed. It may have been just a coincidence that the English word love grew out of a Sanskrit word that means greed, but my feeling is that it cannot be just coincidence. There must be something more mysterious behind it, there must be some alchemical reason behind it. In fact, greed digested becomes love. It is greed, lobha, digested well, which becomes love. — Osho

Thank you, Patrick - " but she spoke too softly, — Joyce Carol Oates

You stole my car."
"Borrowed it I did, return it I will."
"Okay Yoda, can I have the woman whose body you stole back? — Amelia Hutchins

To know, finally, what love is and not be allowed fulfilment ... — Anne Rouen