Decrypted Omega Quotes & Sayings

A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood. — Moliere

I urge you to pursue preserving your personal history to allow your children and grandchildren to know who you were as a child and what your hopes and dreams were.- — Oprah Winfrey

There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past. — Jean Rostand

Egos are drawn to bigger egos. Darkness cannot recognize light. Only light can recognize light. So don't believe that the light is outside you or that it can only come through one particular form. If only your master is an incarnation of God, then who are you? Any kind of exclusivity is identification with form, and identification with form means ego, no matter how well disguised. Use the master's presence to reflect your own identity beyond name and form back to you and to become more intensely present yourself. You will soon realize that there is no "mine" or "yours" in presence. Presence is one. — Eckhart Tolle

Held at bay by the hate of others, preoccupied with his own feelings, he was continuously at war with reality. — Richard Wright

I'm an old-fashioned girl, and I didn't believe in living with people, so I guess I married for the wrong reasons at times. — Jaclyn Smith

Truth is a demure lady, much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there, but people must want her, and seek her out. — William F. Buckley Jr.

Life has gone by as if I never lived — Anton Chekhov

I feel that there's nothing more genuinely artistic than to love people. — Vincent Van Gogh

Love never fails, people fail on love — Abdul'Rauf Hashmi

When you practice a life of non-violence you no longer need seek the truth, the truth finds you. — Mahatma Gandhi

If nature abhors a vacuum, historiography loves a void because it can be filled with any number of plausible accounts;
Howe, Nicholas, Anglo-Saxon England and the postcolonial void — Deanne Williams

Much has happened since last we met, Bartimaeus," he went on. "Do you remember how we parted?"
"No." I did.
"You set light to me, old friend. Struck a match and left me burning in a copse."
The crow shifted uneasily beneath the cleaver."That's a gesture of endearment in some cultures. Some hug, some kiss, some set each other on fire in small patches of woodland ... — Jonathan Stroud