Ikanindo Quotes & Sayings

Poetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse? — Edward Hoagland

There's a day that is coming when all the last will be first and every orphan will be home. — Steven Curtis Chapman

Among the natural rights of the colonists are these: First a right to life, secondly to liberty, and thirdly to property; together with the right to defend them in the best manner they can. — Samuel Adams

I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again. — William Shakespeare

He'd somehow lived a detached life, more Like a spectator than a participant in his own existence. — Guillaume Musso

loneliness is a strange sort of thing. it creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you sleep. it wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can't breathe. it leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out from every corner. its a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you're struggling to stand up. — Tahereh Mafi

I had lunch with my brothers," Mark said, his face serious. "While you were still asleep. They told me. About Corey and that stupid set-up you agreed to where you'd pretend not to be my wife ... "
"I never agreed to pretend not to be your wife," Dylan said.
Mark's face grew serious then. "That's what it amounted to in the end though, didn't it? You pulled away from me in exchange for me getting ... what?"
"Your career back," Dylan said. "Your life."
"Dylan, you're my life. You. — Nia Forrester

After all, what is lyric but the seamless fusion of formal control and passionate conviction, in the service of the expression of personal experience? — Annie Finch

Glitter and streamers of light swirled around
us, and a chorus of tiny voices sang out a single note. I
winced, knowing there was only one person who thought a
normal entrance, like walking through a door, wasn't good
enough for her; she had to announce her presence with
sparkle and glitter and St. Peter's choir. — Julie Kagawa

Seated at the table, high in her firmament of gin, she looked critically at her brother and his wife, remembering some real or imagined injustice of her youth, for with any proximity the constellations of some families generate among themselves an asperity that nothing can sweeten. — John Cheever

Being a stand-up is my mission in life; it's my passion. My ongoing goal is to simply be funny, on my own, in front of a roomful of strangers. — Jerry Seinfeld