Shaheen Jafargholi Quotes & Sayings

Let us this very day begin anew, and now say, with all our hearts, we will forsake our sins and be righteous. — Joseph Smith Jr.

everyone lives until they're old," I argued, knowing it was all too true. Gram didn't blink. "Not everyone dies young. — Laurel Ulen Curtis

Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features. — Bob Dylan

Today is today, only today ...
tomorrow ... it will only be yesterday. — L. Curt Erler

I'm so computer illiterate, I barely know how to send an e-mail. I mean, I have a laptop and Gmail, but I don't really look at it much. — Alfie Allen

Without Justice, no realm may prosper. — Pythagoras

Dad thinks vengeance is the coolest thing about the Lord. That, and turning water into alcohol. — Christopher Titus

Slavery as we know today is about the mind not the body. — Rabbi Gabriel Cousins

The success of I Love Lucy is something that happens only once in a lifetime, if you are fortunate enough to have it happen at all. — Desi Arnaz

Beyond a certain point, the whole universe becomes a continuous process of initiation. — Robert Anton Wilson

Boxer altered his course subtly, as if that was the way he'd already been going, not looking up to acknowledge he had heard, letting his attitude convey the contempt he felt for the scrawny foreman. He stopped in front of the guy, staring at the man's dusty little workboots. Small feet, small dick. Slowly, he glanced up. Welcome to the world, Pee-Wee. Take a look at this. — Douglas Preston

The only good thing about nuclear war is that it is the single most egalitarian idea that man has ever had. On the day of reckoning, you will not be asked to present your credentials. The devastation will be indiscriminate. — Arundhati Roy

I cannot squeeze the stars; but I can squeeze my mind to feel the moon compressed. — Munia Khan

All creation is one. What we do to one, we do to the entire web of life. — Chief Seattle

What the devil was this story? Douglas pushed open the door to his sitting room, propped one shoulder against the window frame as he opened the plain, prudish cover, and began to read.
By the end of the first page his eyebrows started to rise. By the end of the second, his mouth was hanging open. And when he reached the last page, he no longer cared about Spence's wager or the bounty on Lady Constance's head or what Burke was thinking to let Joan read this.
If Madeline Wilde had written this
even if every word sprang solely out of her imagination and not from her experience
he wanted to get to know her much, much better. — Caroline Linden