Same Quotes

“An open mind and heart usually lead you to those who have the same.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“It is amazing how much wisdom has been handed down through the ages, yet we still make the same mistakes.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“So much can change from one day to the next, but the one thing that always remains the same is God. Stay focused on Him. In God We Trust.”
― Germany Kent

“I saw cities, and roads of marvelous construction. I saw cruelty and greed, but I've seen them here too. I saw a people live a life that was strange in many ways, but also much the same as anywhere else."
"Then why are they so cruel?" There was an earnestness to the girl's face, an honest desire to know.
"Cruelty is in all of us," he said. "But they made it a virtue.”
― Anthony Ryan, Queen of Fire

“Everything is different and nothing is same in the universe.”
― Zaman Ali, HUMANITY Understanding Reality and Inquiring Good

“A tree is no more valuable than a seed. Both are simply at a different stage in their development.”
― J.R. Rim

“Which is colder, the hand or the gun?”
― Anthony Liccione

“Snow is both sides of the same page
It covers the grave and the tulip”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Our daughters grow up with the same possibilities as our sons”
― Betty Friedan

“You cannot study the same day of a test, and expect to do your very best.”
― Charmaine J Forde

“I only come out for food.”
― Blair Holden, The Bad Boy's Girl

“It's hard to push up against a wall, when you are the wall.”
― Anthony Liccione

“I’m not for you,” I say desperately. “We are so different. Our lives are a thousand and one worlds apart. It wouldn’t work. And it’s dangerous.”
But his face only brightens. “Then you do feel the same.”
“We are not the same—and that is the whole point! I am not human, Aladdin. Everything that was once human in me was destroyed, and I was forged into something entirely different. I’m not here to help you—I was never here to help you, or any of my masters.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t believe that.”
“It doesn’t matter what you believe,” I say bitterly. “It is what it is, and it has nothing to do with what you want.”
He walks around me, forcing me to face him. “You helped me get away from Darian in the desert. You got me into the palace when you could have let them find out who I really was. You taught me to dance, for sky’s sake! You’ve had a hundred opportunities to trick me and betray me, but you don’t. You’ve helped me when I didn’t wish for it.”
“A chicken doesn’t fly like other birds, but it is still a bird.”
“Zahra!” He spreads his hands, the wind ruffling his hair. “You do care. I see it when you think I’m not looking.”
― Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

“Well, I want novels,' said Tessa. 'Or poetry. Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.'
Will's eyes glittered. 'I think we may have a cope of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland about somewhere.'
Tessa wrinkled her nose. 'Oh, that's for little children, isn't it?' she said. "I never liked it much-seemed like so much nonsense.'
Will's eyes were very blue. 'There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“From the same window, you keep seeing the same view!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The Industrial Revolution appears to be in its final stages and it will be remembered as a time where industrial stock markets were at historic highs at the same time that many natural processes were shutting down, including the next generation of humans.”
― Steven Magee

“Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity (EHS) has appeared in the general population at approximately the same time as Bee Colony Collapse.”
― Steven Magee

“Pardon me, sir," Prudence said, directing her words and her placid gaze precisely at Professor Peck, "if I understand you correctly, it seems you have identified the different textures of human hair as evidence that Negroes, Indians, Orientals, and the white man are all members of different species. But I cannot help but wonder at your supposition. On this very estate, sir, we raise several varieties of sheep. Perhaps you noticed them as you came up the drive earlier this evening? Some of our sheep have silken hair, some have coarse hair, and some have dense woolen curls. Surely, sir, you would not doubt that- despite their differences in coats- they are all sheep. And if you'll excuse me, I believe that all these varieties of sheep can also be interbred successfully with one another. Is it not the same with man? Could one not, then, the argument that Negroes, Indians, Orientals, and the white man are also all one species?”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things

“I lift the lid of the chest. Inside, the air is musty and stale, held hostage for years in its three-foot-by-four-foot tomb. I lean in to survey the contents cautiously, then pull out a stack of old photos tied with twine. On top is a photo of a couple on their wedding day. She's a young bride, wearing one of those 1950's netted veils. He looks older, distinguished- sort of like Cary Grant or Gregory Peck in the old black-and-white movies I used to watch with my grandmother. I set the stack down and turn back to the chest, where I find a notebook, filled with handwritten recipes. The page for Cinnamon Rolls is labeled "Dex's Favorite." 'Dex.' I wonder if he's the man in the photo.
There are two ticket stubs from 1959, one to a Frank Sinatra concert, another to the movie 'An Affair to Remember.' A single shriveled rosebud rests on a white handkerchief. A corsage? When I lift it into my hand, it disintegrates; the petals crinkle into tiny pieces that fall onto the living room carpet. At the bottom of the chest is what looks like a wedding dress. It's yellowed and moth-eaten, but I imagine it was once stark white and beautiful. As I lift it, I can hear the lace swishing as if to say, "Ahh." Whoever wore it was very petite. The waist circumference is tiny. A pair of long white gloves falls to the floor. They must have been tucked inside the dress. I refold the finery and set the ensemble back inside.
Whose things are these? And why have they been left here? I thumb through the recipe book. All cookies, cakes, desserts. She must have loved to bake. I tuck the book back inside the chest, along with the photographs after I've retied the twine, which is when I notice a book tucked into the corner. It's an old paperback copy of Ernest Hemingway's 'The Sun Also Rises.' I've read a little of Hemingway over the years- 'A Moveable Feast' and some of his later work- but not this one. I flip through the book and notice that one page is dog-eared. I open to it and see a line that has been underscored. "You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another."
I look out to the lake, letting the words sink in. 'Is that what I'm trying to do? Get away from myself?' I stare at the line in the book again and wonder if it resonated with the woman who underlined it so many years ago. Did she have her own secret pain? 'Was she trying to escape it just like me?”
― Sarah Jio, Morning Glory

“What I say and what I think are not necessarily the same thing.”
― Zøe Haslie, Just For A While

“We can give away all that He entrusts to us in the same spirit of generosity.”
― Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working

“A part of Astrid felt sorry for Sam. She knew he was still a long way from being over the beating he had taken from Drake. One look at him now, head hung, looking small and scared, was proof of that.
But he wasn’t the only one to be terrorized by Drake. Drake had come after her, early on. If she thought about it, she could still almost feel the sting of his slap on her face.
He’d made her…
He’d bullied her into calling Little Pete a retard. He’d terrorized her into betraying the person she loved most in the world.
She had managed to put it out of her mind. Why couldn’t Sam do the same?”
― Michael Grant, Lies

“Same time as every day, Fyl..." she fussed, the rest of the bridge crew seeming to hold their breaths. "TWELVE THIRTY!" came the chorus. The next hour dragged by, in about the same way as the hour before that. At twelve twenty-five, Commander Ortez found himself stepping out of an elevator into an equally mundane grey steel corridor on his way to the mess hall. Turning a corner, he met with a stream of crewmen milling around between shifts. Some off-duty personnel were lounging around in civvies, which consisted mostly of re-revamped 60's hippy fashions. Of all the places on the ship, the mess was the most spacious, (i.e.: it was a big mess.) The command officer’s balcony overhung the rest of the crew dining area. Ortez sat at his usual place, wincing as he remembered to get someone to fix the springs in his chair. An ensign, 3rd class dressed in chef’s white, served him with a plate of what either ended up feeding the chefs latest pet - or strangling it. Marnetti, Barnum and the sciences officer Commander Jaris Skotchdopole filed in, not necessarily in that order, and found seats. After a few bites, Marnetti -- who was the first officer and navigator, put up a hand and signalled a waiter. The lad approached fearfully, appreciating the highlight of his day.”
― Christina Engela, Space Sucks!

“Oval Window, 1953 - 1957
In 1953 came the first major changes in Beetle styling. Rear view was increasingly a problem and so the boys in Wolfsburg cut out the centre post and made the split into an oval. Some callous butchers are known to have manually cut the center post of the split rear window out either to improve rear visibility or to make their cars look newer!
This window stayed in vogue until 1958 with the first small square rear window model.
Note that the rear bonnet was the same as the Split, except for minor changes such as handle and ‘popes nose’ designs. Taillights are larger and also oval shaped. Outer lens is GLASS, not plastic and has a distinctive honeycomb pattern. These Bugs also came with pop-up (semaphore) indicators in the b-pillars.”
― Christina Engela, Bugspray

“At the same time that a massive deployment of biologically harmful radio frequency (RF) radiation devices across the mass population has occurred, we see the reduction of health care for the poor, sick and elderly.”
― Steven Magee

“We all get the same amount of time.”
― Deyth Banger

“Our daughters grow up with the same possibilities as our sons”
― Betty Fiedan

“He knew nothing would ever be the same from that moment on. He hoped he was wrong.”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“The believer's peace, and therefore his preparedness, never waxes old. It is of God, and consequently unalterable; his feelings may vary, but the "covenant of peace," saith the Lord, " shall not be removed;" and whilst traveling through the " great and terrible wilderness,”
― Stevenson A. Blackwood

“I would like to live the rest of my life knowing exactly what is happening each hour, each day.”
― Clare Mackintosh, Let Me Lie