Shamoon Khadi Quotes & Sayings

These tiny groups that make us feel loved and save and part of something even on our loneliest nights when we stumble home to our computers - partnerless, tired, awake. We won't have those next year. We won't live on the same block as all our friends. We won't have a bunch of group texts.
This scares me. More than finding the right job or city or spouse, I'm scared of losing this web we're in. This elusive, indefinable, opposite of loneliness. This feeling I feel right now. — Marina Keegan

Particular nuisances (are) smoke, sewage odours, dust and similar aerosols, and vibrations. — Yehuda Levi

We don't have a choice on whether we DO social media, the question is how well we do it. — Erik Qualman

She reached into her coat pocket and felt two things she hadn't expected ... One was a wad of cash ... she brought out the money. Leo whistled. Allowance? Piper, your mom rocks! — Rick Riordan

Dying is like making love, except you don't get naseous afterwards. — Woody Allen

To Replogle, the players were victims. The owners poured out a stream of pious, pompous verbiage about how pure they were. The gamblers said nothing, kept themselves hidden, protected themselves - and when they said anything, it was strictly for cash, with immunity, no less. But the ballplayers didn't even know enough to call a lawyer. They only knew how to play baseball. — Eliot Asinof

I've never really had a desire to do Shakespeare. For me, it's just too many lines. — Daniel Craig

Much ecocriticism has taken for granted that its task is to overcome anthropocentrism, just as feminism seeks to overcome androcentrism. The metaphysical argument for biocentrism is meant to sustain moral claims about the intrinsic value of the natural world, which will in turn affect our attitudes and behaviour towards nature. — Greg Garrard

What an amazing thing is the coming of spring to London. The very pavements seem ready to crack and lift under the denied earth; in the air is a consciousness of life which tells you that if traffic stopped for a fortnight grass would grow again in Piccadilly and corn would spring in pavement cracks where a horse had spilt his 'feed'. And the squares of London, so dingy and black since the first October gale, fill week by week with the rising tide of life, just as the sea, running up the creeks and pushing itself forward inch by inch towards the land, comes at last to each remote rock pool. — H.V. Morton