Harutunian Engineering Quotes & Sayings

We fell to wrestling again. We rolled all over the floor, in each other's arms, like two huge helpless children. He was naked and goatish under his robe, and I felt suffocated as he rolled over me. I rolled over him. We rolled over me. They rolled over him. We rolled over us. — Vladimir Nabokov

You enchant me. I am completely lost in my love for you, but in that love I have truly found myself. Under your guidance, I walk a new path, and I want to walk it by your side. Your presence in my life will give it the greatest meaning. To you I offer all my heart and a lifetime's unwavering loyalty. You will always mean everything to me. Will you marry me? — Madeline Kennet

Memory is a political act. Forgetfulness is the handmaiden of tyranny. — James Carroll

You have to live in the world to say anything meaningful about it. — Cristina Garcia

We pride ourselves on all being unique shows. — Mike Colter

Once I asked my dad how you know when you're in love. He said you just know, and that if you have to ask the question then you haven't been in love yet. And he's right. Because there aren't words for this. No combination of letters could ever represent what she is to me. — Mindy McGinnis

...the Northern Rockies region is a rapidly changing part of the United States. Ironically, in many areas today's number-one threat is not clear-cutting, overgrazing, or destructive mining practices. It is something more insidious. Well-meaning people, many of them former visitors who were seduced into moving to the glorious region, are loving it to death. — Michael McCoy

The lowest degree of grace - is superior to the noblest development of unregenerate nature. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

If I've got the powers of a god, then why am I so ... "
"Lame?" Sadie suggested.
"Shut up," I said. — Rick Riordan

Memory, instead of being a duplicate, always present before one's eyes, of the various events of one's life, is rather a void from which at odd moments a chance resemblance enables ones to resuscitate dead recollections, but even then, there are innumerable little details which have not fallen into that potential reservoir of memory, and which will remain for ever unverifiable. — Marcel Proust