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“Happy Christmas, Clara. Xx. Yes, I know. I know that text doesn't look like much. But... actually. First note the comma. I feel proud of his comma, and of being his comma's recipient.”

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Comfort & Joy

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India Knight
India Knight

India Knight is a renowned British journalist, born on December 14, 1965. She is known for her work at 'The Daily Mail' and 'The Sunday Times', focusing on social and cultural issues. Knight's work is praised for its insightful commentary and sharp analysis. more

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“Today, I learned, the comma, this is, a, comma (,) a period, with, a tail, Miss Kinnian, says its, importent, because, it makes writing, better, she said, somebody, could lose, a lot, of money, if a comma, isnt in, the right, place, I got, some money, that I, saved from, my job, and what, the foundation, pays me, but not, much and, I dont, see how, a comma, keeps, you from, losing it, But, she says, everybody, uses commas, so Ill, use them, too,,,,”

“على الإنسان أن يُدرك أنّ أوقات الانشغال نعمة، وأنّ التَّعّب المُثمر نعمة، وكلّ دقيقةٍ تقضيها في الاشتغال على نفسك وعقلك وقلبك، هي استثمارٌ مؤجّل لو لَم تَرَ النتائج الآن! النَّفس تَميل لراحتها، ولاتعلَم أنّها ترتاح بالتَّعَب. كلّ لحظة قراءةْ استصعَبتَها لكنّك أكمَلتَ الكتاب، كلّ مشروعٍ لم تتركه في المنتصف، كلّ فكرةٍ عزمت على إتمامها، كلّ لحظةٍ استثمرت ما فيها، كلّ برنامجٍ ودورةٍ ومحاضرةٍ ولقاءٍ أخذت منه حدّ الارتواء! كلّ دفترٍ ملأته، و قلمٍ أنهَيتَه، وكتابٍ قرأته، وحقيبةٍ حملتها، وخطىً سِرتَها، وساعة خَلَوتَ بها، كل هذا يشهد لك، كلّه ذاتَ يومٍ يَرفَعُك.”

“The black volhv pivoted to me. “I have questions.” “Can it wait?” “No. Your wedding is in two weeks. Have you prepared your guest list?” “Why do I need a list? I kind of figured that whoever wanted to show up would show up.” “You need a list so you know how many people you are feeding. Do you have a caterer?” “No.” “But you did order the cake?” “Umm…” “Florist?” “Florist?” “The person who delivers expensive flowers and sets them up in pretty arrangements everyone ignores?” “No.” Roman blinked. “I’m almost afraid to ask. Do you at least have the dress?” “Yes.” “Is it white?” “Yes.” He squinted at me. “Is it a wedding dress?” “It’s a white dress.” “Have you worn it before?” “Maybe.” Ascanio snickered.” “The ring, Kate?” Oh crap. Roman heaved a sigh. “What do you think this is, a party where you get to show up, say ‘I do,’ and go home?” “Yes?” That’s kind of how it went in my head.”

“Time to sit and contemplate life. As I sit and contemplate, I begin to realize how short our lives actually are. I need to do something... but when I'm involved with a project, I lose track of time. I turn around and years of my life are suddenly gone. If... I sit and do nothing... then... time seems to slow... to a crawl... but... I accomplish nothing. If I could manage to do something and nothing at the same time, it'll seem like life lasts forever. But I'm wasting time thinking about wasting time. Perhaps there's something on the tee-vee.”

“The skull sat on top of an old Stop sign. Someone had painted the surface of the octagon white and written KEEP OUT across it in large jagged letters. A reddish-brown splatter stained the bottom edge, looking suspiciously like dried blood. I leaned closer. Yep, blood. Some hair, too. Human hair. Curran frowned at the sign. “Do you think he’s trying to tell us something?” “I don’t know. He’s being so subtle about it.”

“When alone in a dark forest waiting for an audience with an evil god, the most prudent course of action is to be quiet and wait. ‘Prudent’ wasn’t one of my favourite words. “Hello? I’ve come to borrow a cup of sugar. Anybody? Perhaps there is an old woman with a house made of candy who could help me?” “Marrying for love isn’t wise.” The voice came from somewhere to the left. Melodious, but not soft, definitely female and charged with a promise of hidden power. Something told me that hearing her scream would end very badly for me. I stopped and pivoted toward the voice. “Marry for safety. Marry for power. But only fools marry for love.” When a strange voice talks to you in the black woods, only idiots answer. I was that idiot. “Thank you, counsellor. How much do I owe you for this session?”