Suffeli Quotes & Sayings

The Chinese people, too, went through all kinds of vicissitudes in their religious development. — Hu Shih

Presidents grow up in the White House. The times shape the man. — Thomas Friedman

Kitty has no discretion in her coughs," said her father; "she times them ill. — Jane Austen

I always had an actor within me. — Adrien Brody

I've had my face sliced open one day. Stunt man went one way, and I went the same way and had a few stitches. — Pierce Brosnan

Every tree near our house had a name of its own and a special identity. This was the beginning of my love for natural things, for earth and sky, for roads and fields and woods, for trees and grass and flowers; a love which has been second only to my sense of enduring kinship with birds and animals, and all inarticulate creatures. — Ellen Glasgow

It may be a superhuman effort to lose oneself so completely, but that's nothing compared to the effort of getting oneself back again — Donna Tartt

People differ not only in their ability to do but also in their 'will to do' — Paul Hersey

I think all Nazis didn't see themselves as bad people. I've never met a racist yet who thought he was a racist. Or an anti-Semite who thought they were anti-Semitic. — Norman Jewison

I am your servant," he answers, and touches her cheek. "I am your slave. I am here to make sure every one of the suitors does not think of either of your sisters before they think of you. — Kendare Blake

He closes his right eye and peers down the barrel with his left and fires. Lilly doesn't jerk at the noise - not — Robert Kirkman

Show me a person without prejudice of any kind on any subject and I'll show you someone who may be admirably virtuous but is surely no gardener. Prejudice against people is reprehensible, but a healthy set of prejudices is a gardener's best friend. Gardening is complicated, and prejudice simplifies it enormously. — Allen Lacy

He took in a premeditated breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled into the nye at his lips, playing a new tune.
It was not the sad music of waiting. Nor
was it a melody of his heritage. It was a call to the earth. To Allah. To
the country within him. — Susan Abulhawa