Quotes & Sayings About Role Of Youth In National Development

She trailed her fingers down his sternum, then splayed her hand flat against his stomach. How interesting, to feel so comfortable in another person's skin. To want to rip him open and crawl inside him and never see the light of day again. — Stylo Fantome

So long as the great majority of men are not deprived of either property or honor, they are satisfied. — Niccolo Machiavelli

The soft stuff is always harder than the hard stuff. — Roger Enrico

I hardly ever write when I'm just feeling great. — Raine Maida

But demons come from other worlds. They're interdimensional parasites. They come to a world and use it up. They can't build, just destroy - they can't make, only use. They drain a place to ashes and when it's dead, they move on to the next one. — Cassandra Clare

There's no relief, really, for me. I have relief after the Super Bowl. I set a goal to win the Super Bowl and that's where I'm going with it. — Donovan McNabb

I'm in love with someone else," he says. "But she's gone. And I - — Suzanne Young

It is quite possible, and not uncommon, to read most laboriously, even so as to get by heart the words of a book, without really studying it at all,
that is, without employing the thoughts on the subject. — Richard Whately

Three years earlier her father had been buried (irritable and impatient as he always had been) in the Fladstrand Church cemetery that bordered the lovely park, Plantagen, which shared with the cemetery its trees, shared its beech and ash and maple, in the same plot where her mother, wide eyed and confused, had lain down almost willingly two years before, where her brother had lain for thirty-five years, dazed and unwillingly after too short a life.
A dove was looking down from atop the family gravestone. It was made from metal so it could not fly away, but sometimes it went missing all the same and only a spike would remain. Someone had taken that dove, someone out there maybe had an entire collection of doves and angels and other small, Christian bronze sculptures in a cupboard at home and on long evenings would close the curtains and take them out and run his fingers gently over the smooth, cold bodies. — Per Petterson

Since September,
I sat one seat behind Anna in algebra.
Passed papers to her every day.
Studied for tons of tests together.
Though it often seemed impossible,
Eventually,
We always found the unknown for X.
But not this time.
This equation
Bounces against my brain.
And sneers at all attempted answers.
I know I'll re-examine the variables,
And reanalyze the unknowns, maybe forever.
But
It won't matter.
Because, Anna-
I know I'll never figure out Y.
Y you didn't want to live-
And Y I never noticed. — Terri Fields