The Importance Of Being Earnest Jack And Algernon Quotes & Sayings

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl. — James Russell Lowell

It's amazing how much the human brain is able to remember, how much you hold onto in life, but when you write something down, you can forget about it - you no longer have to hold it inside. Remember the good things; write the bad ones down in here and forget about them. — Kanae Minato

My life is full of broken halos. — Keith Richards

Ye great teachers: listen to what you say! — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I'm not looking to be a Big Mac and fries author a la King. I'm aiming at filet mignon and steamed zucchini. — LK Hunsaker

The more ingenious our apparatus, the coarser and more unskillful are our senses. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

I have not know a worthy son to whom his mother appeared ugly. — Mahatma Gandhi

Is it absurd to imagine that our social behavior, from amoeba to man, is also planned and dictated, from stored information, by the cells? And that the time has come for men to be entrusted with the task, through heroic efforts, of bringing life to other worlds? — Albert Claude

Star salt (the stars' reflection in a river) Sun cradle (the sea) Lemon kiss (everyone knew exactly what this meant!) Family anchor (the dinner table) — Nina George

I always like to plan ahead of time and follow up. — Michael Jackson

We're both of the invented Caribbean, Nesto says, a Nuevo Mundo alchemy of distilled African, Spaniard, Indian, Asian, and Arab blood, each of us in varying mixtures. He likes to compare our complexions, putting his arm next to mine, calls me 'canelita, ni muy tostada ni muy blanquita' showing off his darkness, proof, his mother told him, of his noble Yoruba parentage and brave cimarron ancestors, la raza prieta of which he should be proud no matter how much others have resisted mestizaje, hanging onto the milky whiteness of their lineage like it's their most precious commodity. — Patricia Engel

He studied her expression, the look in her eyes. His heart contracted. He didn't know what love looked like. He knew she was capable of great self-sacrifice and loyalty, and maybe that was what love was. — Christine Feehan