Keyboarding Pro Quotes & Sayings

Conviction, as Michelstaedter wrote, is the present possession of one's own life and one's own person, the ability to live each moment to the full, not goading oneself madly into burning it up fast and using it with a view to an all too imminent future, thus destroying it in the hope that life
the whole of life
may pass swiftly. — Claudio Magris

This is what I'm talking about. I don't know if we can call a truce. All we know how to do is argue."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Isn't it?"
"Jessica," he whispered, "arguing with you is one of my favourite things to do. — Penny Reid

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday. — Theodor Adorno

I don't believe ever in shared office spaces. Peter talks a little bit about this, every good startup is a cult. It's very hard to create a cult if you're sharing space with people. — Keith Rabois

On a freezing night like this, someone, please warm him up for me- Nana — Ai Yazawa

I shall now recall to mind that the motion of the heavenly bodies is circular, since the motion appropriate to a sphere is rotation in a circle. — Nicolaus Copernicus

We can learn to move into the unknown with the confidence that we have a guiding force within us that is showing us the way. — Shakti Gawain

What happens to us either happens to everyone or only to us: in the first instance it's banal; in the second it's incomprehensible. — Fernando Pessoa

When you get back from a trip, make a note of what you didn't wear. This will avoid packing it unnecessarily next time. — Robert Powell

So if you could find it in your heart To give a man a second start I promise things won't end the same. - THE AVETT BROTHERS — Colleen Hoover

How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him? said Ron shakily. — J.K. Rowling

Life can hold mysteries that only time will reveal. — Steven Redhead

I am sure that in the story of Adam and Eve, the forbidden fruit was a fig and not an apple, pear or anything else. — Yotam Ottolenghi

She broke into sobs, and turned her back to him. It would almost have won round any man but Angel Clare. Within the remote depths of his constitution, so gentle and affectionate as he was in general, there lay hidden a hard logical deposit, like a vein of metal in a soft loam, which turned the edge of everything that attempted to traverse it. It had blocked his acceptance of the Church; it blocked his acceptance of Tess. Moreover, his affection itself was less fire than radiance, and, with regard to the other sex, when he ceased to believe he ceased to follow: contrasting in this with many impressionable natures, who remain sensuously infatuated with what they intellectually despise. He waited till her sobbing ceased. — Thomas Hardy