Kursunlu Selalesi Quotes & Sayings

I close my eyes. An image flashes - emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us.
Instead life has only grown harder. — Lauren Oliver

Even ashes are a part of your freedom. — Sarah Waters

When people say, "Don't just sit there, do something," they're urging you to act. But if the quality of your being is poor - if you don't have enough peace, understanding, and equanimity, if you still have a lot of anger and worries - then your actions will also be poor. — Thich Nhat Hanh

Is there anything else you need from me?" Ranger asked.
"Not right now."
"There will come a time," Ranger said. "Let me know when." And he disconnected.
I opened the freezer and stuck my head in to cool off. If there'd been any more innuendo in that conversation, I could have fried an egg on my forehead. — Janet Evanovich

Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process. — Stendhal

The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins. — Clara Barton

It's worth being suspicious of writers - or anyone! - who does that myth-making thing. There's always a tendency to retrospectively impose structures on a life. Life as it's lived has a far more complex shape. — Guy Gavriel Kay

Dickens seems to have succeeded in attacking everybody and antagonizing nobody. Naturally this makes one wonder whether after all there was something unreal in his attack upon society. — George Orwell

Well, good Christ, how was I supposed to know all that, Hannah? Who looks into the fine points when he's hungry? I'm eight years old and chocolate pudding happens to get me hot. All I have to do is see that deep chocolatey surface gleaming out at me from the refrigerator, and my life isn't my own. — Philip Roth

Sometimes Frank sighed, thinking he had caught a tropic bird, all flame and jewel color, when a wren would have served him just as well. In fact, much better. — Margaret Mitchell