Redemption The Kite Runner Quotes & Sayings

What we touch with our fingers is false. What we feel through our perceptions is real. What we see through our eyes is an illusion, but what we see through our heart is real. — Debasish Mridha

The feeling that was born that night, how could i describe it?Words like love or lust just don't seem right. I may call it jealousy, or may be anxiety and moreover, need. Even now I'm anxious at times because when I am with Ren, everything around feels like a dream. That was how Ren turned my boring life into an illusion, and that was too much for no matter how hard i tried, it seemed I could never catch him. — Ai Yazawa

I've always said, the key organ here isn't the brain, it's the stomach. When things start to decline - there are bad headlines in the papers and on television - will you have the stomach for the market volatility and the broad-based pessimism that tends to come with it? — Peter Lynch

I love most 70's song writers, not so much outlaw, but really those 70's guys. I'm a big fan of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, those guys. — Bryan Hayes

To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve. — Plautus

God is infinitely beautiful in himself, and his beauty ought to attract you like a magnet to him. — Thomas Goodwin

I suppose it doesn't matter what form love takes, maybe you just need to take it when it comes. — Albert Borris

Progress is often just a good idea away. — John C. Maxwell

It puzzles me how they know what corners are good for filling stations. Just how did they know gas and oil was under there? — Dizzy Dean

He's not David," she added, "but he definitely has his own charm. — Aprilynne Pike

One does not need to lock up that which is not dangerous. — Alexandra Adornetto

Your life is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores or how many ships arrive upon your shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains, secluded in its happiness — Khalil Gibran

This day's nothingness
as if from spite
became a flame
and scorched the lips
of children and poets. — Adam Zagajewski