Mahboobeh Hajiesmaeili Quotes & Sayings

Even though you can't finally grasp me, guess what? I still want to be known. — Wm. Paul Young

I think that if you are sticking to the text, essentially, you're not trying to write your own version of it. I mean, of course, it is your own version of it. And every translator would probably have a different version. But I think that that's what keeps the writers from being individual in English. They may be my English, but I don't think that Ferrante sounds like Levi. — Ann Goldstein

Love is to the heart what air is to the lungs. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war. — George R R Martin

If I hear about a tsunami that hit Asia, hundreds of people have lost their lives, and you see it and you hear about it, but you still brush your teeth, still have to go on with your day. But let you get information about one person who you're close to or you're intimate with, it has an almost paralyzing effect. — Ryan Coogler

In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an elusive scent, not recognized subconsciously and at once, is a very subtle operation of the mind. And he failed. It was gone before he could properly seize or name it. Approximate description, even, seems to have been difficult, for it was unlike any smell he knew. Acrid rather, not unlike the odor of a lion, he thinks, yet softer and not wholly unpleasing, with something almost sweet in it that reminded him of the scent of decaying garden leaves, earth, and the myriad, nameless perfumes that make up the odor of a big forest. Yet the 'odor of lions' is the phrase with which he usually sums it all up.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

I'm going to take some much-needed time with your mouth right now. While I do, you're going to continue stroking me until I'm so close to coming, I'll be ready to die just to drill you against this wall. But I won't. I'm going to stop you just before I bust. Then I'm going to lick the sweet pussy that's been waiting so patiently for me." He surged into her hand. "Come on, baby. Make me suffer. — Tessa Bailey

It reminded me of that tongue-in-cheek quick history of art I'd overheard ... Used to be people couldn't draw very well, then they could, and now they can't again. — Charles De Lint

The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time. — Edmund Burke