Ajith Biodata Quotes & Sayings

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws. — Anais Nin

The first thing she noticed when the light popped on was that the wallpaper had rows and rows of tiny lilacs on it, like scratch-and-sniff paper, and the room actually smelled a little like lilacs. There was a four-poster bed against the wall, the torn, gauzy remnants of what had once been a canopy now hanging off the posts like maypoles. — Sarah Addison Allen

You are no longer a weak, susceptible human. You are Shaede, deadly and cunning. Never bow to that mortal weakness again. — Amanda Bonilla

Iannis: [writing to Corelli] Antonio, I do not know if this letter will reach you, or even if you are alive. Perhaps someone else sent your record, and that is why we found no note. I would like to say that Pelagia is happy, but she is full of tears she will not let fall, and of a grief no doctor can mend. She blames herself for the pain we have suffered, and perhaps the same is true for you. You know I am not a religious man, but I believe this: if there is a wound, we must try to heal it. If there is someone whose pain we can cure, we must search till we find them. If the gods have chosen that we should survive, it will be for a reason. — Louis De Bernieres

Dead is the most alone you can be. — Audrey Niffenegger

Forgetting about you was the worst part." At first, Thomas thought it was another message in his head; he squeezed his fists against his ears. — James Dashner

I watch what I eat. I'm careful with exercise. I do enough to try to stay healthy, but I don't overdo, and I pace myself ... Most important of all though, I try to think healthy thoughts. — Alana Stewart

I'll never forget my first fur. It was a modest little stole. Modest? People thought I was wearing anchovies. — Phyllis Diller

248. You will only have influence and power in the field of your gifts and talents — Sunday Adelaja

The heron must be used to people, and yet it never lets you get too close. Draw parallel to it with the width of one of the marsh's holding ponds between you, and it will duck its head, eyeing you with suspicion, then fly. I cannot approach the heron, certainly could never touch it; I can only look for it, entranced.
This is how I understand the divine, and why I continue to seek it in the resolutely non-human world, with which we nonetheless recognize a numinous kinship. Sometimes, it will turn and lock eyes with you, lifting you out of yourself, changing everything. Other times, it will give you the side-eye and swoop away, leaving you longing for retreating beauty. You might not see it every single time you go looking, or where you expect to find it. No matter how common the experience, every time you stumble across mystery, or independent wild being, it is a surprise and a miracle. And every day, you can look." - Sara Amis, "A Daily Heron — John Halstead

I thought of you once as an angel... truthful and devoted. But you were born with sinister hands, so evil that you crushed your own wings. And now, my little angel will never fly. — Aven Jayce