Recurred Define Quotes & Sayings

I'm a regular guy; I like well-defined outlines. I'm old-fashioned, bourgeois. — Italo Calvino

I swear that each of us keeps, battened down inside himself, a sort of lunatic giant - impossible socially, but full-scale - and that it's the knockings and baterrings we sometimes hear in each other that keeps our intercourse from utter banaility. — Elizabeth Bowen

When you've learned to both see and not see the resemblance, then you see the uniqueness. — Barbara Katz Rothman

In this very uncertain time for the media, serious investigative reporting - the expensive, time-consuming stuff - is under enormous pressure at newspapers and other commercial news organizations. Non-profits such as the Center for Public Integrity are taking on this vital work and without them the prospects for investigative reporting would be even more dire. The Center has been properly celebrated for its careful, rigorous work, and to my mind it has now ascended to the status of national treasure. — Alex Jones

A different path of self-reflection is required if we are interested in the borders rather than the beliefs of Christianity. In my experience - in my conversations with "unbelieving neighbours" - I have learned that Christianity appears quite differently from the borders. Take, — Anthony Ledonne

Some people like having eyes upon them and I don't. — Rachel Weisz

... I'm afraid Katherine likes me so much now that she can't always like me as much ... — L.M. Montgomery

You don't construct your stories well, Pugsy. You start at the end, then go back to any part which happens to appeal to you at the moment, and eventually wind up at the beginning. — P.G. Wodehouse

One of our big challenges with the newsletter is that everyone thinks big stocks are safe. That's not true at all. They're only safe if the money is flowing there. — Louis Navellier

It's your choice what you want to say: compliments or complaints. — Sarvesh Jain

The Detective was different. Not that he wasn't a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn't like to turn away from another's pain, the kind who couldn't put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss. — John Connolly

Jem was safe from her, and he would ride away with a song on his lips and a laugh at her expense, forgetful of her, and of his brother, and of God; while she dragged through the years, sullen and bitter, the stain of silence marking her, coming in the end to ridicule as a soured spinster who had been kissed once in her life and could not forget it. — Daphne Du Maurier