Regresyon Katsayisi Quotes & Sayings

God is always present. The question is, how present are we? — Zalman Schachter-Shalomi

Love drains you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop. — Lorrie Moore

Think! There's nothing certain in our future! All we can hope for is a vague continuation. But in spite of that, you're going to keep on living. You can't give up on life just because it's vague. It's a question of possibilities ... — Koji Suzuki

Scratch an Irishman and he'll bleed a story. — Jean Zimmerman

Do not wait for a coronation; the greatest emperors crown themselves. — Robert Greene

Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light. — Steven Erikson

The only thing we cannot reasonably tolerate, is intolerance — Zachary Bonelli

During the 19th century, Britain fought two wars in unsuccessful attempts to subjugate the Afghans. When Britain finally drew a border between India and Afghanistan in 1893, Pashtun tribes in southern Afghanistan were cut off from related tribes across the border in what was then India and is now Pakistan. — Stephen Kinzer

Conquest is the missionary of valor, and the hard impact of military virtues beats meanness out of the world. — Walter Bagehot

Is he friendly?" Tom says quietly. "I've discovered," Jules says, "that a dog will become fast friends with the people who feed him. — Josh Malerman

The problem is not that people make any bond of affection they like with people they like; the problem is calling that bond of affection "love. — Daya Kudari

Ever there was a woman who was all perfection, that one is my poor wronged darling. — Bram Stoker

I'll say this for the celestial spheres, though: great acoustics. We're talking Platonic ideals here. Pythagoras would have smashed his corny little harp across his knee if he'd heard it. — Ian Tregillis