Etkin Quotes & Sayings
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Top Etkin Quotes
In this crooked blind alley, as the chill descends,
they feed fires
with logs of song and poetry.
Hazard not a thought:
These are strange times, my dear.
The man who knocks at your door in the noon of the night
has come to kill the light.
Let's hide light in the larder. — Ahmad Shamlu
Do you know what I dream about? My dream would be to die looking at the lights on the Ferris wheel. When I get old, when my body has given up, that's what I want to see. And in that dream, you're standing next to me. — Jane Harvey-Berrick
Others hide from being real by filling the air with words; the more words they throw out, the less actual communication happens and they are left with only an illusion of connection. This is the intimacy they so ardently seek but with these coping skills find so elusive. — David W. Earle
There are some real positives for Wales. Their back four's not bad, sometimes. — Iain Dowie
Measure your wealth by what you'd have left if you lost all your money. — H. Jackson Brown Jr.
I learnt that it is faith that decides whether something will happen or not, — Kaka
In social media, people cannot build big followings organically unless what they are putting out to the world has value. — Barry Ritholtz
To reach your heart, as every indigenous tribe I know has told me, you must first remember your Divine Mother ... Your Mother is alive and very much conscious ... Earth is not a rock, she has a name and a personality in the cosmos. And believe me, she knows your name. — Drunvalo Melchizedek
I've always loved to combine different scents to come up with my own unique thing. — Jennifer Aniston
That is dreamreading. As the birds leave south or north in their season, the Dreamreader has dreams to read. — Haruki Murakami
I never wanted to regret the kisses I missed. — Lynsey Addario
There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief ... is the weight of a sleeping child. — Anne Michaels
