Dichter Neira Quotes & Sayings

Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality. — Lord Byron

If we cultivate compassion for those who have hurt us, we have the possibility of overcoming our anger,pain, and fear. compassion is a great medicine. — Goldie Hawn

There is no statute of limitations in starting over. Reinvent yourself every day. Be the girl who walks barefoot and listens to the blues. Tomorrow wear a trench coat and speak fierce truths. Be a phoenix. Be ashes. Burn down. Resurrect. Let go of the idea that you must always be who you have always been. — Unknown

If you always want to have whatever you want any time you want it with no delays, and denial of self, you would end up ruining your life. — Sunday Adelaja

The world we live in is a house on fire and the people we love are burning. — Sandra Cisneros

Your influence as a leader will increase when you empower others' strengths, which in return equips them to pursue their callings, not their shortcomings. — Farshad Asl

When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced.

From the short story What Makes Us Human. — Stephen R. Donaldson

It was strange the way he loved her; a side long and almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a matter of course, too natural to mention — Chad Harbach

This is the second murder scene I've walked in on in less than twenty-four hours," I said. "Is that a company record?"
"Is not even close," Yasha told me.
"Good."
"Though I think is record for newbie."
"Great. Glad to know I'm making a difference."
"And I know is first time SPI agent use tractor to catch killer. — Lisa Shearin

She was perfectly sane in streets unknown. She loved conversing with people tagged as strangers. She was social, amiable & all that is her. Yet, with known people she felt unknown, she choked words and fought inside. And indeed she tripped insane while traversing those streets known. She stared at others and consumed their happiness through senses cold. And so she waits for Winter's warmth to touch her in streets of distant shore, in her own world of simple happiness. — Debatrayee Banerjee

You know what, kid? It's guys like you who give reading a bad name. — Stephen King