Baytaraaf Quotes & Sayings

She was a collector of lost souls. The forgotten, the bypassed, the most beautiful at heart. Rimmel saw beauty no one else saw, and even though how she made others feel was amazing, it was nothing compared to the way it made her shine. — Cambria Hebert

Like Free People, the Urban brand is planning to grow by expanding product assortments, expanding the brand reach and by improved marketing. — Richard Hayne

WORK, SOMETIMES
I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piled
on both sides of the table, paper stacked up, words
falling off my tongue.
The robins had been a long time singing, and now it
was beginning to rain.
What are we sure of? Happiness isn't a town on a map,
or an early arrival, or a job well done, but good work
ongoing. Which is not likely to be the trifling around
with a poem.
Then it began raining hard, and the flowers in the yard
were full of lively fragrance.
You have had days like this, no doubt. And wasn't it
wonderful, finally, to leave the room? Ah, what a
moment!
As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was
the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life. — Mary Oliver

Man was not designed to eat pills and powders and all the other chemicals they pump you full of. We were meant to live off the land in harmony with it. Not in some safety bubble. — Tony DiTerlizzi

It is necessary a writing critic should understand how to write. And though every writer is not bound to show himself in the capacity of critic, every writing critic is bound to show himself capable of being a writer; for if he be apparently impotent in this latter kind, he is to be denied all title or character in the other. — Anthony Ashley Cooper

America is an archipelago of tribes, a land where people form national families of kindred spirits. — Hampton Sides

I am confident of doing well because I am enjoying my sport again. — Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore

Religions that teach brotherly love have been used as an excuse for persecution, and our profoundest scientific insight is made into a means of mass destruction. — Bertrand Russell

The hounds all join in glorious cry, / The huntsman winds his horn: / And a-hunting we will go. — Henry Fielding