Ivanchuk Vs Praggnanandhaa Quotes & Sayings

Can there be enough books to answer all your questions? — Jack White

I write poems like some people sing in the bathroom. — Amit Bhatia

Then Ardent, heavy hearted, turned away; sore for the rusted armor and the wasted days: but as Sir Constant saw his shield, and lo! the lost Emblem of the King was shining once more through its veil of dishonor. For the heart's tears of sorrow had fallen upon the shield, and where they had fallen they had burned away the shame and stain. — W.E. Cule

The future, vague and sad, did not frighten me half as much as knowing that it was not carved in stone. — Jincy Willett

Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance
of tensions, when there's neither neurotic prostration nor
cold rationality, but an aura of energy and a drive to grasp
personal "truths" still emerging into perception.
To grasp and to shape them. — Earle Birney

We ... are not really free if we can't control our own government and its policies. And we will never do that if we remain ignorant. — Charley Reese

Why fight to the death when we can love eachother to death? — Sigurd Bache Hungnes

No community where more than one-half of the adults are disfranchised and otherwise incapacitated by law and custom, can be free from great vices. Purity is inconsistent with slavery. — Tennessee Celeste Claflin

Gans and Savigny controversy; he took Savigny, he took Gans, read — Victor Hugo

We get success by hard work and failure by hard luck — Ravi Ranjan Goswami

Do your best with what you have where you are. — Lucy Punch

She, who had never liked weddings, had allowed herself this fantasy. Her wedding day to Rory. A pretty church in Sussex, festooned with spring flowers. Rows of relatives, and her, Elle, floating down the aisle in cream silk to 'The arrival of queen Sheba', with eyes only for him ... Rory, slightly rumpled, slightly scared, her love, her only one.
But that wasn't how it had turned out. She knew she was OK, watching him, in fact she was happy for him, happy for Libby. But she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the girl she'd been, who'd loved him so much. She was still dreaming somewhere, hoping this day would come. — Harriet Evans

Literature keeps setting the bar for our dreams not higher but elsewhere. — Ange Mlinko

When we look outside of that on which we depend we ignore our unity; looking outward we see many faces; look inward and all is one head. If a man could but be turned about, he would see at once God and himself and the All. — Plotinus