Nimra Ahmad Novels Quotes & Sayings

I'm tired of being alone, and fighting my battles alone. — Mercedes Lackey

If you've been playing poker for half an hour and you still don't know who the patsy is, you're the patsy. — Warren Buffett

An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought. — Marina Tsvetaeva

The more intentional you are about your leadership growth, the greater your potential for becoming the leader you're capable of being. Never stop learning. — John C. Maxwell

You turn friends away before you discover they were good after all; you give up on your dreams before you realize you were very close to your success all that while. Be patient; don't rush things! — Israelmore Ayivor

A fellow and his business should be bosom friends in the office and sworn enemies out of it. — George Horace Lorimer

Like most things, sex got better with age until one hit a certain plateau, and then it was like breakfast, unlikely to change unless one ran out of milk and was forced to improvise. — Emma Straub

The last time I saw that crooked stupid smile on your face, I got-a-so mad, but then I realized ... that crooked stupid smile is there all the time. — Santino Marella

My writing process isn't a very organized thing. — Chuck Palahniuk

You want to go down in flames, I guess that's your call, but I'm not going to watch you burn. — Jay Crownover

For God's sake stop making people in your image. Harry was real. He wasn't just your hero and my lover. He was Harry. He was in a racket. He did bad things. What about it? He was the man we knew. — Graham Greene

If anyone had asked me what existence was, I would have answered, in good faith, that it was nothing, simply an empty form which was added to external things without changing anything in their nature. And then all of a sudden, there it was, clear as day: existence had suddenly unveiled itself. It had lost the harmless look of an abstract category: it was the very paste of things, this root was kneaded into existence. Or rather the root, the park gates, the bench, the sparse grass, all that had vanished: the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder - naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Everyone thinks I must have been an ace in school. But I didn't work hard, I was lazy. I liked to be lazy. I thought laziness stimulated your imagination. — Christiane Nusslein-Volhard