Progenta Quotes & Sayings

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME. — Morrissey

If you're looking for lollipops and rainbows while you shop for the latest best seller, you best not come to me. I won't chat you up and tell you how cute your kid is. I won't smile and flirt. I won't stroke your ego about the jewelry you are wearing or the shirt you have on. I will help you find what you need. I will recommend books and hell I even talk about what I liked about one book over another but all that other shit is just not my thing. — J.L. Mac

Not much. I've very little imagination. It's the imaginative chaps who suffer." "'The coward dies a thousand deaths — K.J. Charles

The place where you are now is vital. The path toward victory opens from where you stand. — Daisaku Ikeda

her in the face. When she falls — Various

He had yet to discover what destroyed that desire. But he did not dwell on it. He thought rather of whatever had happened to the curiosity he used to feel. Nothing, nothing, interested him now. Not himself, not other people. Only in drink was there some break, some floodlight, and when that closed, there was oblivion. — Toni Morrison

I want to see what can be seen, of him, take him in, memorize him, save him up so I can live on the image, later: the lines of his body, the texture of his flesh, the glisten of sweat on his pelt, his long sardonic unrevealing face. I ought to have done that with Luke, paid more attention, to the details, the moles and scares, the singular creases; I didn't and he's fading. Day by day, night by night he recedes, and I become more faithless. — Margaret Atwood

I am illuminated within by a diminishing light. — Jean-Paul Sartre

There are invisible people ... those who r dont have a money and lying around roads ... because our eyes never get them ... — David Rajkumar

Your success, more than you expect, will be telling - of - who your true friends are. — Kamini Arichandran

Bunny Sue was nineteen. She had honey-bobbed hair and candid, near-insolent green eyes. She had a snub, delightful nose, a cool, regal, and tapering neck, a fine, intelligent mouth that covered teeth so startling they might have been cleansed by sun gods. Without any makeup save lipstick, her complexion was as milk flecked with butter, the odor she cast as wholesome as bread. On my first breathless vision of her, I wanted to bury my teeth, Dracula-like, into her flanks, knowing that she would bleed pure butterscotch. — Frederick Exley