Durmayan Bas Quotes & Sayings

To be honest, I'm trying to maintain a Buddhist detachment about the whole thing to stop it taking ten years off my life. — Mark Haddon

A man will fight harder for his interests than for his rights. — Napoleon Bonaparte

To love the glory of God more than our own glory is also to seek approval from God rather than other people. — John R.W. Stott

Beneath the haunted castle lies the dungeon keep: the womb from whose darkness the ego first emerged, the tomb to which it knows it must return at last. Beneath the crumbling shell or paternal authority, lies the maternal blackness, imagined by the Gothic writer as a prison, as a torture chamber- from which the cries of the kidnapped anima cannot even be heard. The upper and the lower levels of the ruined castle or abbey represent the contradictory fears at the heart of Gothic terror: dread of the superego, whose splendid battlements have been battered but not quite cast down- and of the id, whose buried darkness abounds in dark visions no stormer of the castle had ever touched. — Leslie A. Fiedler

They were my parents. Dead. They died in their bed under freakish circumstances three months ago, leaving my brothers and me devastated and bankrupt. — James Patterson

Mirrors would do well to reflect a little more before sending back images. — Jean Cocteau

Lilith Bresson, innocent of everything except having a bastard for a father, took her new fate with a calm that was terrifying. — Tabitha McGowan

Mm hmmm." His gaze dropped to her lips. "I missed ye." Lordy, he could melt marzipan with that sexy Scottish burr.
With a dip of his chin, he brushed a kiss across her mouth. Hot tingles spread down her back. Eva moved closer and pressed her body flush with his toned, muscular form. If they hadn't been born so many centuries apart, she could have believed they were made for each other, fitting together perfectly as if molded from the same clay.
Closing her eyes, she drank him in, allowing her senses to take over. Hot, spicy male kissed and held her in a tender embrace with arms that could crush a man, let alone her fine bones. Yet he cradled her with incredible tenderness. — Amy Jarecki

The telephone, it struck me at that moment, is the wrong means of communication for people without ears. — Timur Vermes