Shafika Isaacs Quotes & Sayings

It hit Little Pete. He — Michael Grant

A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch! — Lewis Carroll

There is a rumour that I can't draw and never could. This is probably because I work so much with models. Models are one of the most beautiful design tools, but I still do the finest drawings you can imagine. — Jorn Utzon

The handkerchief is the universal utensil of the seasoned traveler. It can be a sanitizing device, a seat cover, a dust mask, a garrote, a bandage, a gag, or a white flag. One may feel well-prepared with nothing but a pocket square. — Josiah Bancroft

I love you," she called, hoping it wasn't too late. "I love you too," he said back, not loudly enough to be heard. — Joseph Fink

I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I'd invented it, because it is very true. — Audrey Hepburn

Our rational minds can never understand what has happened, but our hearts.. if we can keep them open to God, will find their own intuitive way. — Ram Dass

You're afraid, Chris. You don't let yourself trust or feel too deeply, because you don't want to be hurt. I don't want to be hurt either." ...Lindsay Reynoso — Pamela Gibson

The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color line. — W.E.B. Du Bois

Hans nods emphatically, lips pressed together, eyes bright and taunting, like a dog who steals a handkerchief so you will chase — Hilary Mantel

The rising productivity of labor is a myth, a statistical illusion created by measuring combined output in terms of labor input. — Louis O. Kelso

It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics- where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes. — Laini Taylor

What is 'leveling' and how does it work? — Felicia Day

I owe everything to the army. — Norman Wisdom

The calcium of bones, the keratin of eyelashes, the exhalations of our bodies - all these are reconstituted as carbon atoms, used to make the world anew: the earth, the lilies of the field, the ink of this book. What is can never cease to be. Kenelm found comfort in these alchemists' precepts, touching them again and again like rosary beads. We are all stars, and to the stars we return. — Hermione Eyre