Pentel Pens Quotes & Sayings

If you don't appreciate it, you don't deserve it. — Terry Josephson

Preceptive wisdom that has not been vivified by life has in itself no affinity for life. — J.G. Holland

Can angels lie spine to spine?
If not, how they must envy us humans — Kamila Shamsie

This plant represents what's happening inside of you. The world, like the soil, is cold and dark - layered with a history of destruction and death. You were planted in this world to rise above it. Do you not see? The very existence of this darkness gives you the opportunity to become a light to the world. — Seth Adam Smith

According to some surviving accounts (which must be taken with some small amount of doubt, as they are largely Egyptian and point to an unconfirmed Egyptian victory that greatly glorifies the personal actions of Ramses II, leading many scholars to believe that they are propaganda that was loosely based on real events of the battle), the — Duncan Ryan

The TV channels never ran out of sponsorship for their live telecasts of despair. They never ran out of despair — Arundhati Roy

I suppose the more you have to do, the more you learn to organize and concentrate-or else get fragmented into bits. I have learned to use my 'ten minutes'. I once thought it was not worth sitting down for a time as short as that; now I know differently and, if I have ten minutes, I use them, even if they bring only two lines, and it keeps the book alive. — Rumer Godden

Later, with time, I learned that although all men are capable of good and evil, the worst among them are those who, when they commit evil, do so by shielding themselves in the authority of others, in their subordination, or in the excuse of following orders. And even worse are those who believe they are justified by their God. — Arturo Perez-Reverte

The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue. — Raymond Carver

I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives. — Ann Voskamp