Teymur Tekstil Quotes & Sayings

What you want is practice, practice, practice. It doesn't matter what we write (at least this is my view) at our age, so long as we write continually as well as we can. I feel that every time I write a page either of prose or of verse, with real effort, even if it's thrown into the fire the next minute, I am so much further on. — C.S. Lewis

There's overwhelming evidence that there was a connection between Al Qaeda and the Iraqi government — Dick Cheney

Is it bad to like the way the scars look on my skin? Oh, the way they feel under my hands. My body's protecting itself, saying, "No, this barrier of scar tissue is to keep you out. — Taylor Rhodes

Entropy and optimism: The twin forces that make the world go around. — Neil Gaiman

Explain to the mothers and fathers of American servicemen that may come home in body bags why their son or daughter have to give up their life? — Sean Hannity

I'm like the Christina Aguilera of the Internet. — Sky Ferreira

When starting at the bottom, be willing to learn from those at the top. — Donald Rumsfeld

And they were deeply moved not so much by the poetry as by their sensitivity to poetry; not so much by the genius of the poem as by their wisdom in understanding the poem; not in knowing the poem but in knowing the poem demonstrated the higher side of themselves and of the Japanese spirit - — Richard Flanagan

I'm afraid because I know I can't fight forever — M.H.S. Pourri

You only live but once, and when your died your done, so let the good times roll. — B.B. King

The president notices that when he takes off his coat to dig, people take more notice of the visual than they did his preceding remarks. — Paul C. Nagel

There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the odor of cooked rice and meat, saffron, pimentos, and oil, the tarry, wine-spilled smell of the big skin hung beside the door, hung by the neck and all the four legs extended, wine drawn from a plug fitted in one leg, wine that spilled a little onto the earth of the floor, settling the dust smell; out now from the odors of different herbs whose names he did not know that hung in bunches from the ceiling, with long ropes of garlic, away now from the copper-penny, red wine and garlic, horse sweat and man sweat died in the clothing (acrid and gray the man sweat, sweet and sickly the dried brushed-off lather of horse sweat, of the men at the table, Robert Jordan breathed deeply of the clear night air of the mountains that smelled of the pines and of the dew on the grass in the meadow by the stream. — Ernest Hemingway,

But the fact is, as one grows close to death, the only thing that matters is family. I hope you can see that. — David Baldacci

Being unique is highly over rated. — Rob Payne