Dhrupad Singers Quotes & Sayings

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round. — Thomas Bailey Aldrich

There's a black rose growing in your garden. — H.D.

Compile your to-do list for tomorrow no later than this evening. — Tim Ferriss

All my life I have felt events to be the result of my own sins. — Jane Gardam

I'm sad because you remind me of home. Because you are beautiful and bright and dynamic and whole lot of other things I haven't seen for a long time ... and won't see again anytime soon. — Richelle Mead

I love to dress up. You have to have a sense of fun in life, too. We can all be serious and work and do our bit, but every now and again you have to have a good giggle. — Marie-Chantal Claire

Innovation is not born out out of a committee; innovation is a fight. It's messy, people die, but when the battle is over, something unimaginably significant has been achieved. — Rands

I find it extremely ironic that Bush says that personal opinion should not be a tool in the interpretation of the Constitution, when he's the one who's lobbying for a Constitutional amendment banning gay marriage. If that doesn't stem from personal opinion, I don't know what does. — Jessi Klein

The men who followed Jesus were unique in their generation. They turned the world upside down because their hearts had been turned right side up. — Billy Graham

To generations of the willfully blind, true beauty can remain unseen in plain sight, but beauty sooner or later asserts itself - always, always, always - and is at last recognized, because there's so damn little of it. — Dean Koontz

The gifts we received from the dead: those were the world's only genuine gifts. All other things in the world were commodities. The dead were, by definition, those who gave to us without reward. And, especially: our dead gave to us, the living, within a dead context. Their gifts to us were not just abjectly generous, but archaic and profoundly confusing.
Whenever we disciplined ourselves, in some vague hope of benefiting posterity, in some ambition to create a better future beyond our own moment in time, then we were doing something beyond a rational analysis. Those in that future could never see us with our own eyes: they would see us only with the eyes that we ourselves gave to them. Never our own eyes: always with their own. And the future's eyes always saw the truths of the past as blinkered, backward, halting. Superstition. — Bruce Sterling