Top 16 Pepys Plague Quotes
#1. Show us the world's not the way we thought it was and part of us rejoices.
Glen Duncan
#2. I needed it to have experiences I could write about. I thought I was someone who had nothing to say.
Karl Hyde
#3. As the old programming adage goes: you had a problem and tried to solve it using regular expressions.
Jeremy Walker
#4. So I watch her work and put all her energy, all her force, all herself, all is inside her work. Does she think that this is what life means? She goes to work in the dark and comes home when it's dark. Does she know what the world looks like when the sun is shining?
Jinat Rehana Begum
#5. No matter what you are physically, male or female , strong or weak, sick or healthy , everything is not as important as what you have in the heart . If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior . All those other things are just the glass of the lamp , but you're the light shining inside.
Cassandra Clare
#6. Today is half of Yesterday and Tomorrow, Choose Today to make Tomorrow
Yando Wanii Nimbo
#7. It's your writing you guys. Follow it wherever it takes you. All you need to do is tell your truth.
M. Molly Backes
#8. The constant moving and fighting, the seemingly endless carousel of new people I had to meet, learn to love, and then forget - this, and not my subpar public school, was te real barrior to opportunity.
J.D. Vance
#9. I take my marching orders from the Constitution.
Ron Paul
#10. Sammi watched him walk toward her.
He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was sex and sin, decadence and sensuality.
He was, simply put, spectacular.
Donna Grant
#12. If beating ourselves up worked, we would all be thin, rich, and happy, wouldn't we?
Cheryl Richardson
#14. THERE WAS NOWHERE ON EARTH more desolate than a Gristedes on New Year's Eve.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#15. And it is a wonder what will be the fashion after the plagueisdoneastoperiwigs, fornobody will daretobuy any haire for fear of the infectionthat it had been cut off the heads of people dead of the plague.
Samuel Pepys
#16. This is the kind of room poets are supposed to work in, the kind of room that threatens to break your spirit and forces you into constant battle with yourself.
Paul Auster
