Blaga Precision Quotes & Sayings

To play great music, you must keep your eyes on a distant star. — Yehudi Menuhin

She tortured everybody around her, but only because she was more tortured than anyone. — Lev Grossman

The Log in My Eye You hypocrite, first get the beam of timber out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the tiny particle out of your brother's eye. MATTHEW 7:5 — Joyce Meyer

Regard everyone you meet as the Buddha and you will know 10,000 Buddhas. — Gampopa

Getting hung up on 'how' is just the stupid part of your brain throwing a tantrum because it feels left out. — Mark Frost

I think when you are a cool guy but also a hot guy, that makes you even more sexy. — Tessanne Chin

According to her, all her kids have done quite well except me, — Markus Zusak

A forced smile covers many struggles and has the power to improve perspective. Despite any difficulties, a smile can change everything! — Karen Gibbs

Just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?
Monsters are variations from the accepted normal to a greater or a less degree. As a child may be born without an arm, so one may be born without kindness or the potential of conscience. A man who loses his arms in an accident has a great struggle to adjust himself to the lack, but one born without arms suffers only from people who find him strange. Having never had arms, he cannot miss them. To a monster the norm must seem monstrous, since everyone is normal to himself. To the inner monster it must be even more obscure, since he has no visible thing to compare with others. To a criminal, honesty is foolish. You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous. — John Steinbeck

My eyelids flickered open again and focused on Daemon. He had his eyes closed as he leaned his head against the wall but I knew he was listening to everything. Dee talked about taking me home if my mom couldn't leave. I was struck again by the twins. Daemon and Dee didn't belong here, but I did. I could blend easily with the whitewashed walls and pale green curtains. I was as plain as the linoleum, but these two seemed to light the room with their flawless beauty and demanding presence.
Ah, the medication was kicking in. I was poetic. And high. Bliss. — Jennifer L. Armentrout