Piersicul Quotes & Sayings

A personal belief is that if you're not personally invested in what you're working on, you'll fail. — Biz Stone

I accept no principles of physics which are not also accepted in mathematics. — Rene Descartes

Let me guess, it's the love of your life?" I said quoting Travis' statement about his motorcycle.
"No, it's a car. The love of my life will be a women with my last name. — Jamie McGuire

Life was nothing if not unimaginable. — Jewel E. Ann

THE time, it is to be hoped, is gone by when any defence would be necessary of the "liberty of the press" as one of the securities against corrupt or tyrannical government. — John Stuart Mill

How do you manage your online identity? It's something I talk about with my students all the time. — Hasan M. Elahi

If chanting is not possible during a certain task, then pray before starting it: 'Lord, give Your blessing so that I may do this work in a manner that pleases You!' At the end, pray again to the Lord for forgiving any mistakes we may have committed during the task consciously or otherwise. — Mata Amritanandamayi

I wish my parents had spent more time worrying about my education than me being a star. — Shania Twain

The vestibule door opens onto a June morning so fine and scrubbed Classira pauses at the threshold as she would at the edge of a pool, watching the turquoise water lapping at the tiles, the liquid nets of sun wavering in the blue depths. As if standing at the edge of a pool she delays for a moment the plunge, the quick membrane of chill, the plain shock of immersion. — Michael Cunningham

One plus one equals three. When a man and woman marry they become one never two. — Eddie Griffin

As far as types preferring other types, people of the same type can understand each others' perspective very well, but also drive each other crazy because they see their flaws magnified. — Emily Yoffe

Approved valor is made precious by natural courtesy. — Philip Sidney

I don't think anybody comes close to The Beatles, including Oasis. — Brian May

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends. — Shel Silverstein