Jabeen Hussain Quotes & Sayings

'The Discovery of France' by Graham Robb is teaching me lots about a country I've long loved but realise I didn't really know. — Diana Quick

No man could bring himself to reveal his true character, and, above all, his true limitations as a citizen and a Christian, his true meannesses, his true imbecilities, to his friends, or even to his wife. Honest autobiography is therefore a contradiction in terms: the moment a man considers himself, even in petto, he tries to gild and fresco himself. Thus a man's wife, however realistic her view of him, always flatters him in the end, for the worst she sees in him is appreciably better, by the time she sees it, than what is actually there. — H.L. Mencken

I didn't want to see it. I didn't think he'd ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn't. — Elizabeth Scott

Latinas' life expectancies are relatively long. When a current retiree hits 65 and begins receiving her benefit check, she can expect to live another 22 years. That life expectancy is higher than white women or men. — Grace Napolitano

If a chairman sacks the manager he initially appointed, he should go as well. — Brian Clough

My least favorite phrase in the English language is 'I don't care.' — James Caan

When you swing upon a memory So dark and far away You get caught upon a mystery That guides you through the day. Although you're standing weak And don't know your way around I will always be there For you when you're down. — Colleen Hoover

She said, I'm going to miss you when you when I wake up.
Don't wake up, he answered.
But he did.
Kestrel, beside him on the grass, said. "Did I wake you? I didn't mean to."
It took him a velvety moment to understand that this was real. The air was quiet. An insect beat it's clear wings. She brushed hair from his brow. Now he was very awake.
"You were sleeping so sweetly," she said.
"Dreaming" He touched her tender mouth.
"About what?"
"Come closer, and I will tell you."
But he forgot. He kissed her, and became lost in the exquisite sensation of his skin becoming too tight for his body. He murmured other things instead. A secret, a want, a promise. A story, in its own way.
She curled her fingers into the green earth — Marie Rutkoski