Similars Quotes & Sayings

No one will seek the highest [things] if he believes that there is no truth, that nothing is his fault, and that government will guarantee his wants. — James V. Schall

I was having serious issues with becoming a diabetic. — Randy Jackson

The very reason for nature's existence is for the education of the soul. — Swami Vivekananda

The older I get, the less I care about what's cool. I realize I'm old and weird. — Aesop Rock

Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their kind. It is the deed that teaches not the name we give it. — George Bernard Shaw

They are always waiting, the people of the Undersea. They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin. Miranda — Emily St. John Mandel

You've never had a job that you thought was secure. You don't think the Tonight Show is risk free. Especially when you saw what happened with your buddy Conan O'Brien. There is always a Plan B.I am ready to apply to the post office. — Jimmy Fallon

We have always goodly stock in us of that which we condemn: as only similars can be profitably contrasted, so only similar people quarrel, and the bitterest wars are over the slightest variations of purpose or belief. — Will Durant

Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard brings
more satisfaction in the end. — Megan Hart

This will be Iraq for all without discrimination among Iraqi citizens, or ethnic or sectarian discrimination. — Jalal Talabani

It's a simple solution. You change one thing, and suddenly you've changed everything. — Rebecca Onie

I'd like to have the chance to decide what my life will be like, I think that's the best present anyone can get. The chance to decide what your life will be like. — Gregoire Delacourt

That was the old Ellen Gulden, the girl who would walk over her mother in golf shoes, who scared students away from writing seminars, who started work on Monday after graduating from Harvard with honors on a Thursday, who loved the moments in the office when she would look out at the impenetrable black of the East River, starred with the reflected lights of Queens, with only the cleaning crew for company, and think of her various superiors out at dinner parties and restaurants and her various similars out at downtown clubs or cheap but authentic places in Chinatown and say to herself, 'I'm getting ahead.' That Ellen Gulden, the one her boss suspected of using the dying-mother ploy to get more money or a better job title, would have covered every inch of [this datebook] with the frantic scribble of unexamined ambition. — Anna Quindlen

Four years into her marriage, Sera had woken up one morning to feel something hot and sticky in the back of her throat. For a minute, she thought it was the start of another sinus infection, but when she swallowed cautiously, her throat did not hurt. It was hate. Hate that was lodged like a bone in her throat. Hate that made her feel sick, that gave her mouth a bitter, dry taste. Hate that entered her heart like a fever, that made her lips curve downward like a bent spoon. — Thrity Umrigar