Jackknifed Big Quotes & Sayings

It is better to leave a child well instructed than to hand over the whole world in the hands of a fool — Michael Quansah

You wouldn't happen to have a pipe and a bit of tobacco about, would-
i heard that!
gandalf enjoyed a good pipe!
why do you think he's called gandalf the gray? it wasn't for the color of his robes — Margaret Weis

My mom and my dad never pushed me into performing. They never prohibited me from trying anything, or being anything. They never restricted me in any way. For which I'll be forever grateful. — Heath Ledger

From August 25 to 28, I'm sharing the Amazon proceeds of all versions of Love Is Never Past Tense with Orphan World Relief — Janna Yeshanova

For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy. — Selma Lagerlof

For the young, food is from Venus; farming is from Mars — Richard Louv

Nico leaned over and plucked a grape. Probably that was the guy's entire diet for the day. — Rick Riordan

Fundamental analysis seeks to establish how underlying values are reflected in stock prices, whereas the theory of reflexivity shows how stock prices can influence underlying values — George Soros

A writer hopes never to offend, but if he must, pray let him offend the gods before the reviewers. — Chila Woychik

I've learned to stay the course. There are no shortcuts. No detours. They take you further away from your goal. — Irene Fantopoulos

She had not understood what he said, but she took him in with a glance that made Will feel like he had just had one of those full-body MRI scans, the kind that find more things wrong with you than you ever could have imagined. — Reece Hirsch

It was in this situation that she penetrated as a vague shape into the existence of Thomas. Everything there appeared desolate and mournful. Deserted shores where deeper and deeper absences, abandoned by the eternally departed sea after a magnificent shipwreck, gradually decomposed. She passed through strange dead cities where, rather than petrified shapes, mummified circumstances, she found a necropolis of movements, silences, voids; she hurled herself against the extraordinary sonority of nothingness which is made of the reverse of sound, and before her spread forth wondrous falls, dreamless sleep, the fading away which buries the dead in a life of dream, the death by which every man, even the weakest spirit, becomes spirit itself. — Maurice Blanchot