George Preca Quotes & Sayings

Whoever knocks persistently, ends by entering. — Muhammad Ali

Geometry existed before the creation. It is co-eternal with the mind of God ... Geometry provided God with a model for the Creation ... — Johannes Kepler

We'd been back together for four days. I thought that was pretty much the definition of 'too soon'. Then again, we'd known each other for thirty-nine years and that was undeniably the definition of 'about fucking time'. — Kristen Ashley

When a single author uploading his own books to Amazon can earn more money than a large N.Y. publisher exploiting both print and e-rights, there's something amiss. — J.A. Konrath

I am Indian, and I'm proud of it. Indian life is mythologically rich and powerful. — Anish Kapoor

It's funny to me that power comes from sitting behind a desk. It should come from spending yourself. — Kirsty Eagar

[A]s a lady adjusts her dress before a mirror, a man adjusts his character by looking at his journal. — James Boswell

Twilight is the hour I love,' he told her, 'the hour where nothing is quite itself, all things teetering at the edges of their names. Here I can be alone and a stranger to myself. — Keith Miller

The play takes place on a ramp, hanging from a ramp, below a ramp, and to the sides of a ramp. — Rosalyn Drexler

Me and turtlenecks are not friends. — Blake Anderson

The gospel to me is simply irresistible. — Blaise Pascal

The knights were disgusted. They said that all that fiddle-faddle was well enough for saints, or might have been a thousand years ago, but the Lord Jesus would certainly be the first to command Christians to kill pagans. Rumon announced that he did not think so. — Anya Seton

My ex - may he soon discover tiny worms have invaded his body and are slowly eating him alive - once told me God made men so perfect because He'd wanted to make up for the inadequacies of women. — Gena Showalter

I love you, Clary wanted to say. And, I would do it again. I would always ask for you. But those weren't the words she said.
"You're not my brother," she told him, a little breathlessly, as if, having realized she hadn't yet said them, she couldn't get the words out of her mouth fast enough. "You know that, right?"
Very slightly, through the grime and blood, Jace grinned. "Yes," he said. "I know that. — Cassandra Clare