Actress Rekha Quotes & Sayings

Happiness is a choice. Your Choice. — Revathi Sankaran

What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about. — D.H. Lawrence

Once we lose our fear of being tiny, we find ourselves on the threshold of a vast and awesome Universe which dwarfs
in time, in space, and in potential
the tidy anthropocentric proscenium of our ancestors. — Carl Sagan

Standing there, staring at the long shelves crammed with books, I felt myself relax and was suddenly at peace. — Helene Hanff

Stories are the shortcut to the heart. — Robert G. Allen

The world is much more interesting than any one discipline. — Edward Tufte

We believe that peace is hard-won,
That sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.
But more than that, we believe that
Justice is more important than peace. — Veronica Roth

Power has always corrupted, my dear. Even the promise of power. It is a hard thing to look at through the fence for hundreds of years without wondering what it would be like on the other side. — Ally Carter

Her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart. — Gustave Flaubert

You'll have more visions and thoughts to prepare you. Your heart's desire shows you the future. We put Angels in the sky to show you that we are in your life, and you are on path. — Paul Stefaniak

Had been keeping Diddy, his pet tarantula, in an empty terra-cotta pot Helmut used to grow tulips. Hanna's parents nervously stood up and walked over to the doctor. "Your daughter is still unconscious," Dr. Geist said quietly. "Not much has changed. — Sara Shepard

I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don't hurt anyone but myself. — Suzanne Collins

Original sin is the proclivity to say "my will be done" instead of "thy will be done." — Peter Kreeft

The revelation that there was nothing "special" about humanity didn't shock her. Not specifically. She'd always been cynical about that sort of thing. The idea that reality was all too big to even quantify in any meaningful way didn't disturb her much either. Except, deep down, she'd assumed there was some inherent logic at work. Like ricocheting molecules congealing into planets and stars, dogs and cats. At least the made sense, even if it wasn't very comforting. At least it put things in neat little boxes with neat little labels that she didn't always understand but could rely on in terms of familiarity. — A. Lee Martinez

That's as it should be, they tell us. A certain percentage, they tell us, must every year go, that way, to the devil, I suppose, so that the rest may remain chaste, and not be interfered with. A percentage! What splendid words they have; they are so scientific, so consolatory. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky