Rintihan Kalbu Quotes & Sayings

I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / About a strange look that appears in your eyes / Which even begins to worry your own mirror / And nose. — Hafez

I like the idea of standalone novels. I always found with series of books, it's something that publishers love obviously because they can make a lot of money and they build an audience from book to book, but I don't like that as a writer. I prefer the idea of just telling a story, completing it within your book, and moving on and not forcing a child to read eight of them. — John Boyne

For there are better sides to life
And I should know because I've seen them
But not very often — Morrissey

If you tried to doubt everything you would not get as far as doubting anything. The game of doubting itself presupposes certainty. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I want you to forgive yourself for being human, just like you would forgive anyone else. — Brenda Hodnett

I was broke for more than 10 years. I remember staying up all night one night at my first company and looking in couch cushions the next morning for some change to buy coffee. — Evan Williams

Customer is king.
I am his treasurer. — Toba Beta

When I went to Bosnia, I was there to tell someone else's story and I was more methodical. — Joe Sacco

Every man is full of music; but it is not every man that knows how to bring it out. — Henry Ward Beecher

The world always looks nicer when it's a little blurry - that's why so many of us have a second glass of wine at dinner. — Jenny Lawson

I want her. I want all of her. I want her smiles and her laugh. I want to be the one she leans on, runs to. I want to be the one who can make the sadness is her eyes disappear. I want to build a life with her. — Kaylee Ryan

Never waste your precious time in discussing the good and bad qualities of others. — Abhijit Naskar

The sensation I
had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of nameless
longing. — Julianne Donaldson