Nehen Harvard Quotes & Sayings

I'm one of those guys who actually listens when his woman talks. I'm a rare breed. Dangerous, apparently, since you aren't expecting me to hear you. — Stephanie Rowe

If you are in a position where a little mistake results in death, you don't have to worry about the big mistakes! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Was anything in the world truer than that intuitive leap of the heart? — Richard Russo

I don't really believe you are married unless you have children. And people who only have one kid don't really have kids. — Andrew Gurland

I thought I understood his kind: the petty bureaucrats of tyranny, men who relish the carefully measured meed of power permitted to them, who need to walk in the aura of manufactured fear, to know that the fear precedes them as they enter a room and will linger like a smell after they have left, but who have neither the sadism nor the courage for the ultimate cruelty. But they need their part of the action. It isn't sufficient for them, as it is for most of us, to stand a little way off to watch the crosses on the hill. — P.D. James

I tried to go back and talk about what I did know. I told her about one girl he'd brought home from Cornell; I'd asked if she was his girlfriend, and he's said, When you define something, you limit it. — Melissa Bank

We're eatable ants. — H.G.Wells

Often the only thing a child can remember about an adult in later years, when he or she is grown, is whether or not that person was kind to him or her. — Billy Graham

Sometimes I half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have never happened. — Charlotte Bronte

There were profound reasons for his attachment to the sea: he loved it because as a hardworking artist he needed rest, needed to escape from the demanding complexity of phenomena and lie hidden on the bosom of the simple and tremendous; because of a forbidden longing deep within him that ran quite contrary to his life's task and was for that very reason seductive, a longing for the unarticulated and immeasurable, for eternity, for nothingness. To rest in the arms of perfection is the desire of any man intent upon creating excellence; and is not nothingness a form of perfection? — Thomas Mann