Negotiable Instrument Quotes & Sayings

Now I'm standing in black stiletto heels in the middle of a Norman Rockwell painting. (pg 106-107) — Katja Millay

I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless. — Kahlil Gibran

One step at a time is enough for me. Impatience is simply a way of beating yourself up. (from Kammy haynes) — Susan Jeffers

The way to connect with voters on the plan is to simply give the facts. Fifty per cent of taxpayers pay 97 per cent of the taxes. By most people's standards, that's already fair. The President is playing the class warfare card because he knows that a lot of people may never hear that particular fact. But it's a fact. — Herman Cain

Rock and roll seems to have had a mellowing in the business where it got harder to sell individual records and make money doing that. — Conor Oberst

Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation. — Andre Gide

I'm honor-bound not to struggle with this since you just retrieved it all by yourself. Please do me the courtesy of pretending this is hard for you as well. — C.J. Redwine

I might talk about killing people, but that doesn't mean I do it. — Eminem

The serpent, the king, the tiger, the stinging wasp, the small child, the dog owned by other people, and the fool: these seven ought not to be awakened from sleep. — Chanakya

Rest but never quit. Even the sun has a sinking spell each evening. But it always rises the next morning. At sunrise, every soul is born again. — Muhammad Ali

Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man. — Arnold Bennett

Your suffering is never caused by the person you're blaming. — Byron Katie

When I call his name, it's a sound almost entirely out of my control. It soars over the crowd and hits him. Even from where I'm standing, I can tell that he recognized my voice. Hastily he unwinds himself from the girl, stands to attention like an animal sensing danger. And I try to call him again, but that word, that name, was all I had the energy for. I barely have the strength left to stand.
I wait helplessly for him to find the sound, and when he does, when his heterochromatic eyes meet mine, my mouth forms the word again, but just barely. The girl at his side disappears. The crowd blurs into senseless shapes and colors. I can't feel my heart or my body or the heat of the flames.
I can only see his face - his bewildered, beautifully familiar face. — Lauren DeStefano