Tekleen Quotes & Sayings

I love you, do you hear me? I can't breathe without you. — Kahlen Aymes

Every small wrong, every minor act of cruelty, every act of petty bullying was symbolic of a greater wrong. And if we ignored these small things, then did it not blunt our outrage over the larger wrongs? — Alexander McCall Smith

I haven't been here long, but, nevertheless, all the same, what I've managed to observe and verify here arouses the indignation of my Tartar blood. By God, I don't want such virtues! I managed to make a seven-mile tour here yesterday. Well, it's exactly the same as in those moralizing little German picture books: everywhere here each house has its Vater, terribly virtuous and extraordinarily honest. So honest it's even frightening to go near him. I can't stand honest people whom it's frightening to go near. Each such Vater has a family, and in the evening they all read edifying books aloud. Over their little house, elms and chestnuts rustle. A sunset, a stork on the roof, and all of it extraordinarily poetic and touching ... — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Whether we like it or not, asking is the rule of the Kingdom. If you may have everything by asking in His Name, and nothing without asking, I beg you to see how absolutely vital prayer is. — Charles Spurgeon

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Or maybe there was a woman on Grande Strasse who now kept her library window open for another reason - but that's just be being cynical, or hopeful. Or both. — Markus Zusak

There's no such thing as technology in the singular, only technologies in the plural. — John Michael Greer

I've tried so many different ways of meeting the right person. I assumed for years that the first step was to pretend I'm not a hit man. — Jay Stringer

Every Iranian artist dreams of the black market. We don't care about making money. — Shirin Neshat

He's just not that into you if he's not asking you out. Because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out. — Greg Behrendt

He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever. — Stephen King