Manon Azem Quotes & Sayings

Giving is a proof that you have conquered greed. — Mike Murdock

He was still glowering into the distance, as if he expected the murderer to pop up from behind a boulder and wave. — Kristin Cashore

Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony. — Orison Swett Marden

Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it and it has not changed except to become more needed. The skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and exclusive. From the beginning, their functions, their duties, and their responsibilities have been decreed by our species ... the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit - for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature. — John Steinbeck

I love how men like my books just as much as women do. It's a great compliment; one I did not expect. — A.S. Wilshire

A writer's life is in his work, and that is the place to find him. — Joyce Carol Oates

The happiest people are not those who have the best things, but those who enjoy the life and get the most of it with what they have. — Pravin Agarwal

When the Saracens came to attack him, they threw Greek fire onto the barrier he had made; and the fire caught easily, And you should know that the Turks did not wait for the fire to burn itself out, but rushed upon the Templars among the scorching flames. — Jean De Joinville

I'm an artist. So if acting doesn't work out, which I hope it does, I'm probably going to go into graphic design or something like that. — Gabriel Basso

The principle of democracy is freedom, the principle of war is discipline; each requires the absence of the other. — Will Durant

The pool and the miniature vale that contained it, always dark, grew darker still. Looking up after countless kisses, he saw idling fish of mottled gold and silver, black, white, and red, hanging in air above the goddess's upraised hand, and for the first time noticed light streaming from a lamp of silver filigree in the branches of a stunted tree. "Where did they go?" he asked. — Gene Wolfe

May the pathways that are Soulfully gifted to you, never be ignored - but, always embraced. — Eleesha