Heshmati Artist Quotes & Sayings

An aura of fate had marked him. He moved slowly; he often appeared to be lost in thought, or in his imagination - as if his future were predetermined, and he wasn't resisting it. — John Irving

Taking a statement from anyone can be a long process on account of the fact that your average member of the public wouldn't know the truth if it donned a pink tutu and danced in front of them singing the Chicken Song. This — Ben Aaronovitch

There can be nothing more frequent than an occasional drink. — Oscar Wilde

The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted. — Marilynne Robinson

It has been very erotic and provocative for people to wonder about my feelings for women. — Catherine Deneuve

If you can measure success in this business based on happiness alone I feel like I've hit the lottery. — Justin Long

Lies and the truth both have one thing in common, Shawn," Remy said in a low, steady voice. "They both have their consequences. — Abigail Roux

Success is doing the best you possibly can with what you've been given. There are an alarming number of wealthy failures in the world today. — John Avery

If our lives are truly plans of God, someone had better call a meeting soon to remind us, once more, what great miracles we really are. — Og Mandino

I brought soup just in case you changed your mind. Are the pains easing up at all?" He manfully kept the hopeful note out of his tone.
"All the activity must have set them off. They seem to be getting farther apart, and they're shorter in duration. From all the research I've done, that means false labor."
He felt like a man given a reprieve right before a death sentence, but he kept his features expressionless. He wanted her to count on him, and she couldn't do that if she knew he was petrified of delivering a baby.
"Will you try to eat something?" He walked farther into the room and set the tray on the end table. "It might help."
She flashed him a
smile that told him he didn't know what he was talking about, but she picked up the bowl of soup and spoon, sank down in the middle of the bed, tailor fashion, her back against the headboard, and regarded him steadily. — Christine Feehan