Tiongson Jay Quotes & Sayings

To be an achiever doesn't mean to achieve only big things. Every small achievement counts big time. Never despise small beginnings. — Euginia Herlihy

You could feel the war getting ready in the sky that night. The way the clouds moved aside and came back, and the way the stars looked, a million of the swimming between the clouds, like the enemy disks, and the feeling that the sky might fall upon the city and turn it to chalk dust, and the moon go up in red fire; that was how the night felt. — Ray Bradbury

What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death. — Kabir

We have that illusion that we are 'deciding' what to make a character do, in order to 'convey our message' or something like that. But, at least in my experience, you are often more like a river-rafting guide who's been paid a bonus to purposely steer your clients into the roughest possible water. — George Saunders

The duty we owe ourselves is greater than that we owe others. — Louisa May Alcott

The tiny madman in his padded cell. — Vladimir Nabokov

What I needed was a connection with someone. Someone real. I felt that need in the marrow of my bones, in my pancreas, in my kneecaps. I did not need an endless sea of flesh. What I needed was to be loved. — Benedict Smith

Everyone was pointing upward at the sky, which was turning into a symphony of color. First, orange streaks appeared in the blue, like an oboe joining a flute, turning a solo into a duet. That harmony built into a crescendo of colors as yellow and then pink added their voices to the chorus. The sky darkened, throwing the array of colors into even sharper relief. The word sunset couldn't possibly contain the meaning of the beauty above them, and for the millionth time since they'd landed, Wells found that the words they'd been taught to describe Earth paled in comparison to the real thing. — Kass Morgan

If we spend little time in REM sleep one night, our brain will compensate by prolonging that stage of sleep the next night. It doesn't take a huge leap to assume that the brain considers this time important. — David K. Randall

My canvas soothes me into forgetfulness of the scene of turmoil and folly - and worse - of the scene around me. Every gleam of sunshine is blighted to me in the art at least. Can it therefore be wondered at that I paint continual storms? "Tempest o'er tempest roll'd" - still the "darkness" is majestic. — John Constable