Jake Cahill Quotes & Sayings

Whatever you want others to be, first be that yourself. Then, you will find others responding in like manner to you. — Paramahansa Yogananda

The poor should learn what has always been the motto of the rich: "What's mine is mine and what is yours if I can I steal it." — William C. Brown

In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. — Edward Gibbon

If we do something we hate, dislike, or simply feel apathetic about, all five days of our week will be stressful, unhappy or, in the best case, mediocre. Is — Zoe McKey

I have lived a long life, and I am proud that I spend the whole of my life in the service of my people. I am only proud of this and nothing else. I shall continue to serve until my last breath, and when I die, I can say, that every drop of my blood will invigorate India and strengthen it. — Indira Gandhi

I have always felt that my work is religious, not sacrilegious. — Andres Serrano

Whatever direction your life takes, your underlying themes remain. Discover and explore your themes to open the way for rich creative development. — Nita Leland

Both of them were uncertain; both of them were trying as much as they could; both of them would doubt themselves, would progress and recede. But they would both keep trying, because they trusted the other, and because the other person was the only other person who would ever be worth such hardships, such difficulties, such insecurities and exposure. — Hanya Yanagihara

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal. — George Orwell

Gripping. Fascinating. Entrancing. The Vesuvius Isotope is 2013's Top Thriller! — Carolyn Hart

I have to say that the situation didn't look very promising. There was a woman in the bed right enough. But there was a man there too. Fully clothed, enormous in midnight-blue serge suit and peaked cap, he knelt above her rhythmically slapping her face with a pendulum action of his heavy-gloved hand. No, this didn't look like our kind of thing at all. Warily John slipped out of his socks and shirt. You have to give him credit: he keeps his cool and works the percentages. Now the two mean moved strangely past each other; and with some diffidence John climbed into bed. The other guy stared at us, with raised, with churning face. Then he did some shouting and strode out of there - though he paused, and thoughtfully dimmed the lights, as he left the room. We heard his boots on the stairs. The lady clutched me.

"My husband!" she explained. — Martin Amis