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“Oh my sweet Saturday,
I have been waiting for you for six long days”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Computers and mobile devices are becoming known for their inherent insecurities and the ability to damage the long term health of the users.”
― Steven Magee

“This was true, she knew. Being involved with him gave her the privileged position of knowing him intimately. There were nights when he would wake up sweating, the nightmares returning out of the blue after a peaceful period sometimes weeks long. Growing up in the middle of a fierce civil war could indelibly mark a child. To Mykl, birthdays were always just another year under the belt, where the only reason to celebrate was that you weren’t dead yet. She took his hand, squeezed it tight and led him inside.”
― Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning

“Many people that have been through the unemployment system realize that the corporate government unemployment statistics only report the short term unemployed and the long term unemployed and disabled are ignored.”
― Steven Magee

“The road may be long, tortuous and wearied. But the resulting success is enduring, sure and sweet. The fool abandons hope in the wearied journey of life. The wise gets going - holding firmly to the promise of a better tomorrow. He that gives up too soon fails to understand that life rewards with success only those who cling on to hope against hope. Those who hope when it is unfashionable to hope.”
― Abiodun Fijabi

“Long, quiet days she spent, not lonely of idle, for her little world was peopled with imaginary friends, and she was by nature a busy bee.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“I am speaking of the evenings when the sun sets early, of the fathers under the streetlamps in the back streets
returning home carrying plastic bags. Of the old Bosphorus ferries moored to deserted
stations in the middle of winter, where sleepy sailors scrub the decks, pail in hand and one
eye on the black-and-white television in the distance; of the old booksellers who lurch from
one ϧnancial crisis to the next and then wait shivering all day for a customer to appear; of
the barbers who complain that men don’t shave as much after an economic crisis; of the
children who play ball between the cars on cobblestoned streets; of the covered women
who stand at remote bus stops clutching plastic shopping bags and speak to no one as they
wait for the bus that never arrives; of the empty boathouses of the old Bosphorus villas; of
the teahouses packed to the rafters with unemployed men; of the patient pimps striding up
and down the city’s greatest square on summer evenings in search of one last drunken
tourist; of the broken seesaws in empty parks; of ship horns booming through the fog; of
the wooden buildings whose every board creaked even when they were pashas� mansions,
all the more now that they have become municipal headquarters; of the women peeking
through their curtains as they wait for husbands who never manage to come home in the
evening; of the old men selling thin religious treatises, prayer beads, and pilgrimage oils in
the courtyards of mosques; of the tens of thousands of identical apartment house entrances,
their facades discolored by dirt, rust, soot, and dust; of the crowds rushing to catch ferries
on winter evenings; of the city walls, ruins since the end of the Byzantine Empire; of the
markets that empty in the evenings; of the dervish lodges, the tekkes, that have crumbled;
of the seagulls perched on rusty barges caked with moss and mussels, unϩinching under the
pelting rain; of the tiny ribbons of smoke rising from the single chimney of a hundred-yearold
mansion on the coldest day of the year; of the crowds of men ϧshing from the sides of
the Galata Bridge; of the cold reading rooms of libraries; of the street photographers; of the
smell of exhaled breath in the movie theaters, once glittering aϱairs with gilded ceilings,
now porn cinemas frequented by shamefaced men; of the avenues where you never see a
woman alone after sunset; of the crowds gathering around the doors of the state-controlled
brothels on one of those hot blustery days when the wind is coming from the south; of the
young girls who queue at the doors of establishments selling cut-rate meat; of the holy
messages spelled out in lights between the minarets of mosques on holidays that are
missing letters where the bulbs have burned out; of the walls covered with frayed and
blackened posters; of the tired old dolmuşes, ϧfties Chevrolets that would be museum pieces
in any western city but serve here as shared taxis, huϫng and puϫng up the city’s narrow
alleys and dirty thoroughfares; of the buses packed with passengers; of the mosques whose
lead plates and rain gutters are forever being stolen; of the city cemeteries, which seem like
gateways to a second world, and of their cypress trees; of the dim lights that you see of an
evening on the boats crossing from Kadıköy to Karaköy; of the little children in the streets
who try to sell the same packet of tissues to every passerby; of the clock towers no one ever
notices; of the history books in which children read about the victories of the Ottoman
Empire and of the beatings these same children receive at home; of the days when
everyone has to stay home so the electoral roll can be compiled or the census can be taken;
of the days when a sudden curfew is announced to facilitate the search for terrorists and
everyone sits at home fearfully awaiting “the oÏ«cialsâ€�; CONTINUED IN SECOND PART OF THE QUOTE”
― Orhan Pamuk, Istanbul: Memories and the City

“I will not swear, reader, that there was not something of repressed sarcasm both in the tone in which I uttered this sentence, and in the feeling that accompanied it. I had silently feared St. John till now, because I had not understood him. He had held me in awe, because he had held me in doubt. How much of him was saint, how much mortal, I cold not heretofore tell: but revelations were being made in this conference: analysis of his nature was proceeding before my eyes. I saw his fallibilities: I.comprehnded them. I understood that, sitting there where I did, on the bank of heath, and with that handsome form before me, I sat at the feet of a man, erring as I. The veil fell from his hardness and despotism. Having felt in him the presence of these qualities, I felt his imperfection, and took courage. I was with an equal-one with whom I might argue-one whom, if I saw good, I might resist.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“If you’re waiting for a path to emerge magically before you actively start building your dream, you’re going to be waiting for an awfully long time.”
― Richie Norton

“If we forgave for as long as we hold grudges, the world would be a healthier and happier place”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Never assume the long term biological toxicity of your workplace has been characterized, as it probably has not.”
― Steven Magee

“Your government is the biggest threat to the long term survival of your family.”
― Steven Magee

“People will remember 2020 for a long time.”
― Steven Magee

“The long term health complications from COVID-19 are remarkably similar to what is being seen in long term high altitude workers.”
― Steven Magee

“A police officer should legally be able to refuse body mounted electronic devices, based on the extensive range of evidence that biological toxicity is known to occur from long term exposure to their electromagnetic interference (EMI) emissions.”
― Steven Magee

“People who maximize their potentials don’t even die; they live forever as long as this earth remains.”
― CLEMENT OGEDEGBE, YOUR POTENTIALS - THE SOURCE OF YOUR GREATNESS: â€�.Secrets to unleashing your full potentials and achieving greater heights in life.

“Lies have expiry date, but truth will last longer.”
― Olawale Daniel

“In Life cheaters get on the long run and honest people don't get far.”
― Deyth Banger

“We should prioritize the family we will create in the long run. No passing event will be a future reward.”
― Alan Maiccon

“If it's not love, do not expect me to be caged in it for long.”
― Nitya Prakash

“It will be interesting to see where ignoring me will take you in the long term.”
― Steven Magee

“I am interested to see where blatant lies takes you in the long term.”
― Steven Magee

“The true test of a high altitude researcher is how well they can recover from the long term effects of high altitude disease.”
― Steven Magee

“It is hard to get people to work with RADAR systems if you tell them the truth about the long term toxicity to the human.”
― Steven Magee

“I regard Elon Musk as an incompetent in the fields of astrobiology and the long term biological effects of electromagnetic radiation.”
― Steven Magee

“I attribute the reason why I am still alive to researching the long term biological effects of electro-magnetic radiation (EMR).”
― Steven Magee

“The Russians make the USA look like incompetents on the subject of the long term biological effects of electro-magnetic radiation (EMR).”
― Steven Magee

“Working in professional astronomy was an absolute disaster for my long term health.”
― Steven Magee

“I consider myself fortunate that I will not live long enough to see the worst effects of global warming and climate change.”
― Steven Magee

“The short term effects of very high altitude ‘Summit Brainâ€� tend to progress into long term neurological and physical impairments.”
― Steven Magee