Peigen Quotes & Sayings

For a man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost ... Not 'til we are lost do we begin to find ourselves. — Henry David Thoreau

Yeah she celebrated Christmas, she'd been to church a handful of times, and even when her life made her and everyone around her miserable, she still had faith that there was someone or something up their worth believing in. That had always been enough for her. — Lauren Kate

No," he heard a voice on the wind say. "If I had told you, you wouldn't have seen the Pyramids. They're beautiful, aren't they? — Paulo Coelho

Being alone at night is scary sometimes. — Leo Santa Cruz

Once again, I think there is little art being done that really owns up to such intense possibilities. — Peter Sotos

Socialism can only arrive by bicycle. — Jose Antonio Viera-Gallo

When we were children, Bapi used to dress us up in the same clothes, going to Apsara for 'Titanic' or reruns of 'Dadar Kirti' and we used to be so embarrassed by that, even at six. Day before yesterday when I saw Neev and you wearing matching purple shirts, I encountered envy for the first time. You had taken on his colors, as though you were in his house already. I felt as though that moment you had stopped needing me to make you feel whole and nothing was ever going to remain the same.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari') — Kunal Sen

O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,
That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North. — Alfred Tennyson

As a leader, I am there to make the best decisions possible with the evidence at hand and to be able to justify that decision. If it goes wrong, we add to the evidence for making the next decision, but there is no reason for regretting failure, as failure is just the production of evidence. — Michael A. Wood Jr.

The characters are telling you the story. I'm not telling you the story, they're going to do it. If I do it right, you will get the whole story. — George V. Higgins

Since their first kiss in our kitchen two weeks after my death, I had known that he was - as my sister and I had giggled with our Barbies or while watching Bobby Sherman on TV - her one and only. Samuel had pressed himself into her need and the cement between the two of them had begun to set immediately. They had gone to Temple together, side by side. He had hated it and she had pushed him through. She had loved it and this had allowed him to survive. — Alice Sebold