Shamsul Islam Quotes & Sayings

Regression toward the mean. That is, in any series of random events an extraordinary event is most likely to be followed, due purely to chance, by a more ordinary one. — Leonard Mlodinow

I smile quietly. She is with me all the time. I feel stupid now, for not seeing it sooner. But hey, at least we'll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I am a psychiatrist's wet dream.- Cas Lowood, Anna Dressed in Blood — Kendare Blake

But remember this: you're strong because of your people - not in spite of them. — Daniel Black

Life is a series of obstacles and setbacks; living is overcoming them. — Dean Karnazes

The eye condition that I have is Marfan's Syndrome. — Vincent Schiavelli

I consider most of the talent in the financial world to be suboptimal. It could be better placed earning its living in the real world. — Jeremy Grantham

They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter
and the hunted. And it wasn't especially awkward. They were comfortable together,
despite the fact that she'd hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work. — Janet Evanovich

No small amount of schadenfreude. Do you know what that means?"
"Dad, it's the lifeline of gossip. Of course I know what it means. — Cristina Garcia

There the old Eskimo hunters she had known in her childhood thought the riches of life were intelligence, fearlessness, and love. A man with these gifts was rich and was a great spirit who was admired in the same way that the gussaks admired a man with money and goods. — Jean Craighead George

I'm interested in music as an extension of character. — Noah Baumbach

The aggregate capital appears as the capital stock of all individual capitalists combined. This joint stock company has in common with many other stock companies that everyone knows what he puts in, but not what he will get out of it. — Karl Marx

It's the cemetery where my father is already buried. "Great," I say. "Just make sure you leave your forwarding address." I hold the keypad away from my ear and punch the pound button. "Got another call coming in," I lie. "At this hour?" "It's an escort service," I joke. "I don't like to keep Peaches waiting . . ." "You're going to be the death of me, Leo," my mother says with a sigh. "Sons of Abraham Cemetery. Got it," I say. "I love you, Ma." "I loved you first," she replies. "So what am I supposed to tell my podiatrist about Irene?" "If she keeps wearing heels she'll wind — Jodi Picoult