Beenith Quotes & Sayings

The logic of thought is derivative of the laws of nature.
Laws of nature is subject to the idea that creates nature. — Toba Beta

A career high was when I did a cover for 'W Magazine's July issue with Steven Meisel. So few girls shoot with Meisel in their career, and a lot of people had told me I would never achieve that, so it was a dream come true. — Joan Smalls

Yet one's joy will be greater than another's on account of a fuller participation of the divine happiness — Peter Kreeft

I don't think kids should have role models. They're disastrous. — Rupert Everett

I wanted to be a literary writer, so I wrote story after story and sent them to 'The New Yorker.' — Diane Mott Davidson

Dare to be as great as the people who love you mistakenly think you are. — James S.A. Corey

Many of my executives have worked with me since the beginning. I can be fair and decisive and encouraging as well as demanding. — Martha Stewart

As soon as one strip of husk was down, the rest obeyed and the ear yielded up to him its shy rows, exposed at last. How loose the silk. How quick the jailed-up flavor ran free. No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you. How loose the silk. How fine and loose and free. — Toni Morrison

Without money you can't reach to girl's heart. — Pratik Akkawar

By ahimsa we will be able to save the cow and also win the friendship of the English. — Mahatma Gandhi

A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling. — Thomas Harris

God tries his votaries through and through but never beyond endurance. He gives them strength enough to go through the ordeal he prescribes for them. — Mahatma Gandhi

If we have no friends, we have no pleasure; and if we have them, we are sure to lose them, and be doubly pained by the loss. — Abraham Lincoln

Winter came in days that were gray and still. They were the kind of days in which people locked in their animals and themselves and nothing seemed to stir but the smoke curling upwards from clay chimneys and an occasional red-winged blackbird which refused to be grounded. And it was cold. Not the windy cold like Uncle Hammer said swept the northern winter, but a frosty, idle cold that seeped across a hot land ever lookung toward the days of green and ripening fields, a cold thay lay uneasy during during its short stay as it crept through the cracks of poorly constucted houses and forced the people inside huddled around ever-burning fires to wish it gone. — Mildred D. Taylor