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Consciousness is yours. Conscience is given by the society. — Osho
I knew nothing about them, nothing in the 'normal' sense of how you know people and recognize them. The way I know people is in a spiritual and emotional way. — Christine Bryden
Knowing the answer is knowledge and knowing the question is wisdom. — Debasish Mridha
She's as old as the hills, evil as a snake, all malevolence and magic and death. — Neil Gaiman
For this album I was determined to do it my way. Take my time. I'm gonna win, lose or draw on my own. — Pras Michel
The more I come to understand music, the more I feel like a numbskull because there is always more to learn. The more I do it, the more I'm humbled. I'm just always trying to get better at it. I pick up a few tricks along the way. — Cliff Martinez
I think you have to find the humanity in the character and then the deterioration is a part of the process - the journey of the character. It's like playing King Lear. You can start off as a nice old man who finishes up crazy. — David Wenham
Love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people. — Anita Shreve
I might feel ten feet tall, but I wouldn't touch you with my pole — Josh Stern
We ask everybody to help us to change the world, but we are not talking about our planet Earth; we are talking about the world that each one of us creates within our mind. We are talking about the story that we create. — Miguel Angel Ruiz
Hope had been beaten to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So much easier not to feel. — Shannon Hale
I've wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but I still love life. That ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our most pernicious inclinations. What could be more stupid than to persist in carrying a burden that we constantly want to cast off, to hold our existence in horror, yet cling to it nonetheless, to fondle the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten our heart? — Voltaire