Ghonim Online Quotes & Sayings

As he listened to them, Neil realised he was happy. It was such an unexpected and unfamiliar feeling he lost track of the conversation for a minute. — Nora Sakavic

Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to die of ecstasy or embarrassment. — Rainbow Rowell

Sometimes we have to prove to others we're strong even where we're not. — Simone Elkeles

When you're serving just because you can, the work is useful and beneficial and good. But you'll stay committed to it only as long as it stays convenient. By contrast, when you're serving in a capacity where you feel called, you'll move heaven and earth if you have to, to see it through. — Riley Banks-Snyder

Any program is only as good as it is useful. — Linus Torvalds

We don't have to go in search of our mission or purpose. The more we search for it, the more it will elude us. We just have to be ourselves and find our joy in the present moment or do what calls us in the present moment and our mission will unfold. — Anita Moorjani

I never remember nice dreams; only the bad ones stick. — Ransom Riggs

My most persistent memory of stand - up is of my mouth being in the present and my mind being in the future: the mouth speaking the line, the body delivering the gesture, while the mind looks back, observing, analyzing, judging, worrying, and then deciding when and what to say next. Enjoyment while performing was rare - enjoyment would have been an indulgent loss of focus that comedy cannot afford. — Steve Martin

DIE!" Gleeson Hedge dropped directly behind Orion, smacking his baseball bat over the giant's head so hard the Louisville Slugger cracked in half. — Rick Riordan

My idea of heaven is a great big baked potato and someone to share it with. — Oprah Winfrey

As it is the characteristic of great wits to say much in few words, so small wits seem to have the gift of speaking much and saying nothing. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Fate, no doubt, had a hand in it. — Arlene J. Chai

Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting? — W.C. Fields

Every returning New Yorker asks the question: Is this still my city? I have a ready answer, cloaked in obstinate despair: It is. And if it's not, I will love it all the more. I will love it to the point where it becomes mine again. — Gary Shteyngart