Kadour Ziani Quotes & Sayings

I set the fashion for a quater of a century. Why? Because i knew how to express my own time. — Coco Chanel

Philadelphia is a depressing intellectual slum — Albert C. Barnes

It is a convenient truth: You go into the humanities to pursue your intellectual passion; and it just so happens, as a by-product, that you emerge as a desired commodity for industry. — Damon Horowitz

We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love. — Patrick Ness

I will treat language with resigned delight, embrace it like unrequited love, offer words to you with a kind of secret shame, for I know that sometimes there is such a thing as too much language, and that language can hold a kind of sincerity that is tiresome and overwrought. — Meia Geddes

You don't pick who you fall in love with. There are so few people to love. It's hard for one adult to even like another. Almost impossible. — Katharine Hepburn

The unforeseen, that strange, haughty power which plays with man, had seized Gauvain and held him fast. — Victor Hugo

In Kafka's story "Wedding Preparations in the Country," Edward Raban fantasizes about splitting into two forms: one, to remain in bed all day, dreaming; the other, to go forth and conduct the business of the world. — Franz Kafka

Time is a most precious asset. Would you consider investing more of your time in the things of eternity in order to merit the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost and to benefit more fully from His influence? — Keith K. Hilbig

The silence gets us nowhere, nowhere way to fast — Staind

It is time in particular that prepares the opinions and beliefs of crowds, or at least the soil on which they will germinate. — Gustave Le Bon

I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Woolly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love. — Alys Fowler