Dalovely Nyny Quotes & Sayings

My parents weren't religious at all. I remember the first time I heard about Jesus was at school. — Bill Callahan

My heroines are always virgins. They never go to bed without a ring on their fingers; not until page 118 at least. — Barbara Cartland

Through revision, I enter the realm of the unspeakable and find the words that have eluded me. — Terry Tempest Williams

Shri Krishna says: "Better die in your own path than attempt the path of another." — Swami Vivekananda

They can call or e-mail, too, but I'd rather see the bug. — Carl E. Olson

Love, when spelled backwards and read phonetically, reads evil — Eminem

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. These memories, which are my life - for we possess nothing certainly except the past - were always with me. Like the pigeons of St. Mark's, they were everywhere, under my feet, singly, in pairs, in little honey-voiced congregations, nodding, strutting, winking, rolling the tender feathers of their necks, perching sometimes, if I stood still, on my shoulder or pecking a broken biscuit from between my lips; until, suddenly, the noon gun boomed and in a moment, with a flutter and sweep of wings, the pavement was bare and the whole sky above dark with a tumult of fowl. Thus it was that morning. — Evelyn Waugh

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them. — Cormac McCarthy

There's nothing people like better than being asked an easy question. For some reason, we're flattered when a stranger asks us where Maple Street is in our hometown and we can tell him. — Andy Rooney

My mind will never be what it used to be. It will be fragmented and broken forever.Before, it only had a sliver of a crack inside of it, brought on by the years of abuse I suffered at Daddy's hand. Now, it's like a stick of dynamite was inserted into my brain at some point and my mind has blown up in front of me. — Lauren Hammond

The unfailing rhythm of the seasons, the ever-turning wheel of life, the four facets of the earth which are lit in turn by the sun, the passing of life
all these filled me once more with a feeling of oppression. Once more there sounded within me, together with the cranes' cry, the terrible warning that there is only one life for all men, that there is no other, and that all that can be enjoyed must be enjoyed here. In eternity no other chance will be given to us.
A mind hearing this pitiless warning
a warning which, at the same time, is so compassionate
would decide to conquer its weakness and meanness, its laziness and vain hopes and cling with all its power to every second which flies away forever.
Great examples come to your mind and you see clearly that you are a lost soul, your life is being frittered away on petty pleasures and pains and trifling talk. "Shame! Shame!" you cry, and bite your lips. — Nikos Kazantzakis

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand? — Bob Dylan

We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can't keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House! — Geraldine McCaughrean

Superman was adopted. — Ryan Ringbloom

When every heart is filled with peace and every mind is searching for peace, how can there be war? — Debasish Mridha