Hazwani Helmi Quotes & Sayings

Jane leaned back against the counter and stared at the ceiling. At the traditional location of God, no matter what the planet. — C.J. Cherryh

But then self-doubt has always been there for Billy, self-doubt and its cousin the berating voice, these faithful companions have always been on call to help him through the critical junctures of his life. — Ben Fountain

I enjoy wine collecting and great food. — Deep Roy

Faith is a way of going within and creating a sense of control over one's life at any given moment. — Wayne Dyer

I didn't want that 15 minutes of fame moment like, 'Oh, she said she was gay.' — Kirsten Vangsness

As I have said a thousand times, no manipulation can put stocks down and keep them down. — Edwin Lefevre

We are flawed creatures with explosive feelings that subconsciously aspire to be non-violent sociopaths. — Jayme K.

A mathematician will recognise Cauchy, Gauss, Jacobi or Helmholtz after reading a few pages, just as musicians recognise, from the first few bars, Mozart, Beethoven or Schubert. — Ludwig Boltzmann

I could tell you what my good qualities are. There's my honesty; I have a very wacky, kind of dry humor that a lot of people don't get to see. — Shannen Doherty

You don't know me, dude," he says, not smiling this time. Gonzo examines his cards, prepping for his next move. "People always think that they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel ****ed up for no reason at all. — Libba Bray

FOR A VERY LONG MOMENT WE ALL STOOD IN A FROZEN tableau of hostile indecision. Debs and Recht stared at each other, Deke breathed through his mouth, and I tried to decide whether assisting the fallen woman was technically within my jurisdiction as a blood-spatter analyst. And then there was a clatter at the front door and I heard a minor commotion behind me. "Shit," a male voice called out, quite clearly. "Shit, shit, shit." It was impossible to argue with the general sentiment, but nevertheless I turned around to see if I could gather some specifics. A middle-aged man hurried toward us. He was tall and soft-looking and had close-cropped gray hair and a matching beard. He slid to one knee beside Mrs. Aldovar and picked up her hand. "Hey, Emily? Honey?" he said as he patted her hand. "Come on, Em." I — Jeff Lindsay