Jirat Cina Quotes & Sayings

I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our deaths, sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid: with just this one pride and consolation: my broke heart in the general despair and opened up inwards to the Lord, I made a supplication in this dream — Jack Kerouac

Without any appeal to books, to laws, or to authorities of any kind, it was enough to accept God as a father, to regard slavery as a crime. I — Frederick Douglass

Honestly, I never really understood the glorification of Fridays & weekends.

I don't want to build a life and career, where I spent five days a week waiting for the weekend. No!

I want to enjoy my life, and don't wish any weekday away. I want each day to matter to me, in some way, even if it's a small tiny way.

I love my life. Everyday. That's the spirit we should convey all around us. — Akilnathan Logeswaran

When we get too caught up in the busyness of the world, we lose connection with one another - and ourselves. — Jack Kornfield

A man can never have too many books. Neither can he have too many fountain pens, hats, fishing rods, waistcoats, tea caddies, paintings or whatever helps him to feel at home in his surroundings and communicate his personality to the world. — Fennel Hudson

Independent film is not only an oxymoron; it doesn't exist anymore. — Martha Plimpton

I think that the actors that I work with feel safer with me. Because they know I understand what they go through and I don't see them as chess pieces. — Adrienne Shelly

I feel artificially myself. I'm someone who's supposed to be me. — Don DeLillo

If one is searching for the cause of brutality in mankind, it would do well to remember that civilization is a great and vast machine. — Christopher Dutton

He was thirteen that year, the age when children splinter off and abandon the old loves. — Mark Costello