Jindu Who Killed Quotes & Sayings

It was summer here and he wondered if there existed a different season for every corner of this world in this moment and the moments to come. Whether if you traveled fast and far enough you could witness a year passing in a single journey. — Paul Yoon

Choose the beautiful story, with the bright lights, the one where he can hear us," she told him. "That's the true one. Not the scary story, not the sharks." "But isn't it more scary to be utterly alone upon the waters, completely cut off from everyone, no friends, no family, no direction, nothing but a radio for solace?" She touched the side of his face. "That's your story," she said. "You're trying to tell me your story, aren't you?" Jun Do stared at her. "Oh, you poor boy," she said. "You poor little boy. It doesn't have to be that way. Come in off the water, things can be different. You don't need a radio, I'm right here. You don't have to choose the alone." ========== The Orphan Master's Son: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction) (Johnson, Adam) — Anonymous

Never stop believing in magic. — A.L. Jackson

Looking at suicide - the sheer numbers, the pain leading up to it, and the suffering left behind - is harrowing. For every moment of exuberance in the science, or in the success of governments, there is a matching and terrible reality of the deaths themselves: the young deaths, the violent deaths, the unnecessary deaths — Kay Redfield Jamison

We don't have a culture of realistic acting in India. — Irrfan Khan

Sales = income. The reason so many people have low incomes is that they are poor at selling. — Robert Kiyosaki

She ducked her head, studying his fingers, spreading them against her own, comparing their lengths. His hand dwarfed hers. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Having a guy on a microphone yelling lines at you is counter to a lot of acting techniques. — Adam McKay

For the purpose of knowledge we must know how to make use of the inward current which draws us towards a thing, and also of the current which after a time draws us away from it. — Friedrich Nietzsche

You were tender, sweet to the taste and to the touch — R.J. Hillingdon