Uskumru Tarifi Quotes & Sayings

Is evolution a theory, a system, or an hypothesis? It is much more: it is a general condition to which all theories, all hypotheses, all systems must bow and which they must satisfy henceforward if they are to be thinkable and true. — Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

Are an Armenian," says the Turk with the handgun. "I am." "Where are you going?" "Damascus." "Why?" "My sister lives there." "What do you do?" "I'm an engineer. I'm working on the Baghdad Railway - the spur from Aleppo to Nusaybin." "The British have captured Nasiriyah." "I hadn't heard that." He nods. "Had you heard that an Armenian murdered a Turkish — Chris Bohjalian

A vice is a failure of desire — Gerald Stanley Lee

No matter how much you love a man, always have a stash of money that would get you as far away from him as possible in an emergency. — Dorothy Koomson

Books had seen me through an earlier time of trouble, and their presence all around me was both a comfort and an answer to the question of why I had come here. — Anonymous

My father had a lifelong terror, phobia whatever, about hospitals. Makes a lot of sense in hindsight. He was so scared of doctors, he passed that on to me. That's what parents exist for: to pass their phobias on generation to generation. — Jackie Kay

Humans are crude linguists from the moment of birth - and perhaps even in the womb - to the extent at least that we can hear spoken sounds and begin to recognize different combinations of language sounds. — Jeffrey Kluger

Hobson was big and heavyset, but not exactly fat; he was probably what you'd get if you shaved a bear. — Terry Pratchett

I have risen to a body not yet born, existing like a light around a body through which the body moves like a sliding moon. — Robert Bly

Ye examined Feng. The kerosene lamp was a wonderful artist and created a classical painting with dignified colors and bright strokes: Feng had her coat draped over her shoulders, exposing her red belly-band, and a strong, graceful arm. The glow from the kerosene lamp painted her figure with vivid, warm colors, while the rest of the room dissolved into a gentle darkness. Close attention revealed a dim red glow, which didn't come from the kerosene lamp, but the heating charcoal on the ground. The cold air outside sculpted beautiful ice patterns on the windowpanes with the room's warm, humid air. — Liu Cixin

How could I go on my travels without that sweet soul waiting at home for my letters? — Caryl Churchill

Hearing the missionary call has a great deal to do with what you are listening for. — David Sills