Jhangiani Nakaduli Quotes & Sayings

I can't pretend to be a teenager, but I feel like I never really stopped being a teenager. — Gayle Forman

And though he would give anything to let Ture in, he knew better. He'd been down this bloody path too many times. As soon as his lovers realized that they could never supplant Darling in his heart, they turned on him with a justified hatred. Maris couldn't help how he felt. Darling owned him. He always had. Even though they could and would never be anything more than best friends, Darling was his heart. He'd been there for Maris when no one else had. When the entire universe had slammed down on him and no one had cared, Darling, alone, had traversed hell itself to save Maris's life. He shuttered every time he thought of where he'd be without his noble prince. If he'd even be alive. Sighing, he lifted himself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool while Ture continued swimming. Memories surged as he reached for a towel. Even now, he could see Darling the day they'd met as tiny kids on a playground. Because — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Every feeling I ever knew was up in that sky: Twinkling joyous sunlight; airy, giggling cloud wisps; blinding columns of sun. Orbs of gold, pink, flesh, utterly cheesy in their luminosity. Gigantic puffy clouds, welcoming, forgiving, repeating infinitely across the horizon as if between mirrors; and slices of rain, pounding wet misery in the distance now, but soon on us, and in another part of the sky, a black stain, rainless. — Maria Semple

But, however many ways there may be of being alive, it is certain that there are vastly more ways of being dead, or rather not alive. — Richard Dawkins

Nothing but free argument, raillery and even ridicule will preserve the purity of religion. — Thomas Jefferson

Ann: I feel like I should read verses and be comforted. But it doesn't happen. — K. Howard Joslin

The melon of Castile is for self abuse. The melon of Valencia for eating. — Ernest Hemingway,

He pressed the herb to his nose. Thyme. He loved the name and he loved the smell. He looked out the window at the illusion of deep woods. His face too was out there, hung on a tree and returning his gaze. He drew close to the glass to lose the mirror effect. Outside, the forest panted its beefy halitus; the soil held the breaths of gloom in its dampness. Fifteen thousand years ago a glacier had sliced through this park he was living in, bringing with it the nutrients from all its travels. Fifteen thousand years ago human beings were the fable that frightened the dark woods. — Nancy Zafris

I am sufficiently wary of dangerous situations, but I'm not scared of having a go. — Catherine Martin

I think I am becoming incapable of being too surprised. But it just makes me sad and sick. — John McCain