Ghasemi Asghar Quotes & Sayings

We're told that men are strong & brave, but I think women know how to endure, accept defeat & bear physical & mental agony much better than men. — Lisa See

Look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself, what do I want to do everyday for the rest of my life ... do that. — Gary Vaynerchuk

O fortunate bride, who never again will become elated after
childbirth!
O lucky older wife, who has been cured of feeling unwanted! — Louise Bogan

No company fails in communist China, because they're all partly owned by the government. — Jim Bunning

few feet from them, a bag of kibble had fallen off the pile and split open. Biscuit gave a bark of delight and pounced on the bag. In less than a minute, the bag was empty. Biscuit gave a burp and a metallic voice floated out from his stomach: "You have no more messages. — H.Y. Hanna

Your taste for abbreviation meant that instead of finishing the works you undertook, you finished yourself. You — Edouard Leve

If my father were still writing essays, every full-grown 'girl' would probably be transformed into a'woman'. — Anne Fadiman

I feel like I don't have the right to be depressed when so many people have it worse — Unknown

Studies show that recipients of Section 8 vouchers have tended to choose moderately poor neighborhoods that were already on the decline, not low-poverty neighborhoods. — Hanna Rosin

You'll never live to wed his niece. You'll only die to feed his geese. — James Thurber

Unsolicited advice is always self-serving. — Amy Dickinson

It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon's despair,
Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,
Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair.

Tell me not of your starry eyes,
Your lips that seem on roses fed,
Your breasts where Cupid trembling lies,
Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed.

...Give me, instead of beauty's bust,
A tender heart, a loyal mind,
Which with temptation I could trust,
Yet never linked with error find.

One in whose gentle bosom I
Could pour my secret heart of woes.
Like the care-burdened honey-fly
That hides his murmurs in the rose.

My earthly comforter! whose love
So indefeasible might be,
That when my spirit won above
Hers could not stay for sympathy. — George Darley