Plagues And Peoples Famous Quotes & Sayings

Sometime we waste too much time to think about someone who does not even think about us for a second. — Wiz Khalifa

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I don't mind being disliked - I will be the one to step up and say what needs to be said if it helps one woman who comes after me. — Rose McGowan

Suppose by chance you do get picked up. What have you done? You shot a horse; that isn't first degree murder; in fact, it isn't even murder; in fact, I don't know what it is. — Stanley Kubrick

She never wants to get to the point where she looks forward to hearing from someone. Once you look forward to something, you're inevitably let down and nothing can stay the same so she'd rather expect nothing at all and just be surprised that she was thought of at all. — Donna Lynn Hope

There is something in nature you don't understand, odds are it makes sense in a deeper way that is beyond your understanding. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Listen not to the critics who put their own dreams on the shelf. — Garth Brooks

Unrequited love may be painful, but it is safely painful, because it does not involve inflicting damage on anyone but oneself, a private pain that is as bitter-sweet as it is self-induced. But as soon as love is reciprocated, one must be prepared to give up the passivity of simply being hurt to take on the responsibility of perpetrating hurt oneself. — Alain De Botton

The frail letters on the first page were barely legible; they looked like whispers, if whispers had form. — Susan Meissner

In every country where man is free to think and to speak, difference of opinion will arise from difference of perception, and the imperfection of reason; but these differences, when permitted, as in this happy country, to purify themselves by free discussion, are but as passing clouds overspreading our land transiently, and leaving our horizon more bright and serene. — Thomas Jefferson

The city was new again, and newly dangerous, and I would walk the streets quickly, eyes averted from those of passersby, like a spy in the employ of lust and happiness, carrying the secret deep within me but always on the tip of my tongue. — Michael Chabon