Importance Of Native Language Quotes & Sayings

Like literary fiction, mathematical imagination entertains pure possibilities. — Daniel Tammet

Horrorshow is right, friend. A real show of horrors. — Anthony Burgess

When I'm into a woman, I literally can't stop staring. I'm like a little kid. I become completely entranced. — Bradley Cooper

I believe that love and peace are the right way to confront tyranny. — Nihad Sirees

I'd hit that so hard whoever pulled me out would become the King of England. — Michelle Hodkin

THE SUPREME HAPPINESS IN LIFE IS THE CONVICTION THAT WE ARE LOVED V. HUGO — Victor Hugo

No matter what happens in life, be good to people. Being good to people is a wonderful legacy to leave behind. — Taylor Swift

The fact that equities are being sold down, despite the lowest interest rates in recent history, simply means that the market doesn't see growth ahead for -very many businesses. — John C. Malone

What are we, in this boundless and glowing world? — Carlo Rovelli

If you feel it right now, on the Internet, you can tell them right now; you don't have to wait for anything. — Sherry Turkle

Ada Taylor knelt beside me on the floor as I cried for the first time over the thought that my favorite person in the world was probably dead. — John Corey Whaley

Campaign season is the only time of public debate about what we want for the future. It can change consciousness even more than who gets elected. In short, campaigns may be the closest thing we have to democracy itself. — Gloria Steinem

Words present us with little pictures, clear and familiar, like those that are hung on the walls of schools to give children an example of what a workbench is, a bird, an anthill, things conceived of as similar to all others of the same sort. But names present a confused image of people
and of towns, which they accustom us to believe are individual, unique like people
an image which derives from them, from the brightness or darkness of their tone, the color with which it is painted uniformly, like one of those posters, entirely blue or entirely red, in which, because of the limitations of the process used or by a whim of the designer, not only the sky and the sea are blue or red, but the boats, the church, the people in the streets. — Marcel Proust