Ranee Lele > Ranee's Quotes

“I'm not into this whole "move with the times" thing. I reckon we should just decide on a year and stick with it.”
― R.D. Ronald

“Charlie said your friend’s disappeared,” chirped Wendy.
“No, he hasn’t.” Adam denied it. “He’s in the house. Now, look, what’s all this you’ve been telling them?”
“Nothing, I haven’t told them anything.” Charlie looked drunk.
“He said you’ve turned your friend into a crayfish,” insisted Wendy.
“He’s always making little jokes like that, and you fell for it. How am I supposed to do that, for heaven’s sake?” Adam was angry.
“With your little book you found. What’s that under your arm?”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“The early women rise before I do. Their lamps splinter the gloom of the kitchens. They chatter in whispers as they brew tea for the cooks. Windows are open to counter the heat of the ovens. Outside, the sky is as black as my soul.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Blood only flows in one direction.”
― J.K. Franko, Killing Johnny Miracle

“Proud of you, Rudy. Listen, I just received an email from Colonel Scott regarding Colonel Westerdam. Here’s the original and a copy. Some interesting information for you, and the original needs filing.”
― Behcet Kaya, Deception: A Jack Ludefance Novel

“Natalie North thought she was all that. He wouldn’t let a good looking private detective take him down. Time to turn the tables, shut this Miss Natalie North up.”
― Nancy Mangano, Deadly Decisions

“It felt like stepping into a lie told very, very well.
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― D.L. Maddox, THE DOG WALKER: THE PREQUEL

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“If any man imagines that there is a real happiness in these enjoyments, he must then confess that he would be the happiest of all men if he were to lead his life in perpetual hunger, thirst, and itching, and, by consequence, in perpetual eating, drinking, and scratching himself; which any one may easily see would be not only a base, but a miserable, state of a life. ”
― Thomas More, Utopia

“The source of our suffering has been our timidity. We have been afraid to think....Let us dare to read, think, speak, write.”
― David McCullough, John Adams

“Though there had been moments of beauty in it Mariam knew that life for most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young woman that she would one day become, would not get to paint her hands with henna and toss noqul candy at her wedding. She would never play with Aziza's children. She would have liked that very much , to be old and play with Aziza's children.
Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad , Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings.”
― Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

“That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.”
― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

“Left hand path magick is generally socially unacceptable.”
― Nikolas Schreck