Kohane Sunny Quotes & Sayings

To each, or about each, of his colleagues he had said at one time or other, something ... something impossible to recall in this or that case and difficult to define in general terms
some careless bright and harsh trifle that had grazed a stretch of raw flesh. — Vladimir Nabokov

Remember ... life is short. Each moment you have is precious. Treasure every second. Don't spend them doing anything you don't love. — Meg Cabot

No human being escapes the necessity of conceiving some good outside himself towards which his thought turns in a movement of desire, supplication, and hope. — Simone Weil

I have a lot of money, many millions some earned and more inherited. What I don't have is a desire to work. I'm not sure where I left it, but it's been missing for a while, and I haven't searched real hard. — David Rosenfelt

In this way, the charge that the bank makes for the use of its notes - the interest - is a continual and universal tax upon all the members of the community. — John Buchanan Robinson

Success affects the number of friends you have infinitely more than how the number of friends you have affects your success. — Tiffany L. Jackson

You don't keep a dog and bark yourself. — Barbra Streisand

The European single currency is bound to fail, economically, politically and indeed socially, though the timing, occasion and full consequences are all necessarily still unclear. — Margaret Thatcher

Then I rise disembodied from the dark to grasp and attach myself like a homeless parasite to the shape of my identity and its position in space and time. At first, I cannot find my way, I cannot find myself where I left myself, someone has removed all trace of me. — Janet Frame

He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear. — Janet Evanovich

There is no crueler hells than committee work, — Robert Jackson Bennett

The fact of simultaneously being Christian and having as my mother tongue Arabic, the holy language of Islam, is one of the basic paradoxes that have shaped my identity. — Amin Maalouf

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard