Unnaruge Quotes & Sayings

There are certain times where it does not matter If you hear the word yes or the word no in answer to your question, whether you turn left or right, you will reach your destination.
Not many but some. — Joy Williams

You are the only person I've ever met who goes the other direction from the things she wants — Jodi Lynn Anderson

Mediocre work stutters, good work whispers, great work speaks, but extraordinary work shouts. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was. — Ken Kesey

Experience is beyond knowledge, words and speech.
It is experience which shows us the real meaning of life. — Gian Kumar

She talked about work; he talked about school. Carmella mentioned that she might be up for a promotion by the end of the year, and Adam said that Group, in the end, might work out after all. And during that whole time, they told each other everything except for the part that they didn't. Mother and son were as honest as two people lying to each other could be. — Teresa Toten

You can do more with a kind word and a gun than with just a kind word. — Al Capone

Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time. — Joan Didion

He who only or chiefly chose for Beauty, will in a little Time find the same Reason for another Choice. — Mary Astell

You should study more to understand that you know little. — Michel De Montaigne

The proper rewards are not simply tacked on to the activity for which they are given, but are the activity itself in consummation. — C.S. Lewis

Women are seldom silent. Their beauty is forever speaking for them. — Philip Moeller

Writing is a deeply spiritual act that can have a profound effect upon the practitioner. — Phyllis Theroux

To grow old was to have lived a full life. — S. Jae-Jones

My own kind. I'm not sure there's a name for us. I suspect we're born this way: our hearts screwed in tight, already a little broken. We hate sentimentality and yet we're deeply sentimental. Low-grade Romantics. Tough but susceptible. Afflicted by parking lots, empty courtyards, nostalgic pop music. When we cried for no reason as babies, just hauled off and wailed, our parents seemed to know, instinctively, that it wasn't diaper rash or colic. It was something deeper that they couldn't find a comfort for, though the good ones tried mightily, shaking rattles like maniacs and singing, "Happy Birthday" a little louder than called for. We weren't morose little kids. We could be really happy. — Steve Almond