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Btissam Batma Quotes By Flannery O'Connor

People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them. — Flannery O'Connor

Btissam Batma Quotes By James Laver

Nothing is more revealing of an age than its hypocrisies. — James Laver

Btissam Batma Quotes By Ryan Hall

I don't really study the guys that I'm racing against. — Ryan Hall

Btissam Batma Quotes By Iain Pears

Generally speaking, our minds impose an entirely artificial order on the world. It is the only way that such an inadequate instrument as our brain can function. It cannot deal with the complexity of reality, so simplifies everything until it can, putting events into an artificial order so they can be dealt with one at a time, rather than all at once as they should be. Such a way of interpreting existence is learnt, rather in the way that our brain has to turn the images which hit our retinas upside down in order to make sense of them. Children — Iain Pears

Btissam Batma Quotes By Jonathan Carroll

The trouble with wars is that they all look alike to people who aren't involved. Only the skin color of the dead is different. — Jonathan Carroll

Btissam Batma Quotes By Sri Chinmoy

It is better to make mistakes than to lie idle. — Sri Chinmoy

Btissam Batma Quotes By Warren Ellis

Post-modernism, which has probably lasted longer than modernism, is the process of interrogating the aesthetic discourse. Disrupting the narrative. Modernism says that things can be right. Post-modernism says that nothing can be right. So if you ever wonder why nothing new ever seems to happen any more, find a post-modernist and beat the shit out of then. Wyndham — Warren Ellis

Btissam Batma Quotes By Janet Benton

1883. Third Month 16

Some moments set my heart on fire, and that's when language seems the smallest. Yet precisely these bursts of feeling make me long to write. I sit now in a high-walled courtyard, amid the green smells and slanted light of early spring, with that familiar burning in my heart. I'll need to destroy these pages before returning home, but no matter; for the first time since Mother's death, words come to me. — Janet Benton