Bhool Bhulaiya Quotes & Sayings

Any characteristic that you can't stand in another person is an aspect of you that you can't stand in yourself. Once you discover that this characteristic is also in you, your resistance towards the other person gets replaced with compassion. — Bill Ferguson

The soul must have its chosen sewers to carry away its ordure. This function is performed by persons, relationships, professions, the fatherland, the world, or finally, for the really arrogant - I mean our modern pessimists - by the Good God himself. — Friedrich Nietzsche

To sing is to express, to love is to hurt — OhMJ

My bed isn't made, I'm tired, I haven't slept well for two weeks. I haven't been laid in a month. I don't have a girlfriend. I have a warrant for my arrest. — Layne Staley

As a child, I always wanted to be the last one to take a bath because I knew I could close the door and spend hours just having my bath and singing. — Euzhan Palcy

Otherwise, he would be far away in the jungle; tasting, touching, seeing, and feeling new things. — Rudyard Kipling

Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round. — Lewis Carroll

What one must not do is to rule out the supernatural as the one impossible explanation. — C.S. Lewis

All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them. — Homer

I'd love to have kids, but not at the moment. — Zara Phillips

The brain, he writes, is like Kublai Khan, the great Mongol emperor of the thirteenth century. It sits enthroned in its skull, "encased in darkness and silence," at a lofty remove from brute reality. Messengers stream in from every corner of the sensory kingdom, bringing word of distant sights, sounds, and smells. Their reports arrive at different rates, often long out of date, yet the details are all stitched together into a seamless chronology. The difference is that Kublai Khan was piecing together the past. The brain is describing the present - processing reams of disjointed data on the fly, editing everything down to an instantaneous now. How does it manage it? — Burkhard Bilger

The ship's surgeon was a spotty unshaven little man whose clothes, arrayed with smudges, drippings, and cigarette burns, were held about him by an extensive network of knotted string, The buttons down the front of those duck trousers had originally been made, with all of false economy's ingenious drear deception, of coated cardboard. After many launderings they persisted as a row of gray stumps posted along the gaping portals of his fly. Though a boutoniere sometimes appeared through some vacancy in his shirt-front, its petals, too, proved to be of paper, and he looked like the kind of man who scrapes foam from the top of a glass of beer with the spine of a dirty pocket comb, and cleans his nails at table with the tines of his salad fork, which things, indeed, he did. He diagnosed Camilla's difficulty as indigestion, and locked himself in his cabin. that was the morning. — William Gaddis