Fatamorgana Nik Quotes & Sayings

Nobody ever committed suicide while reading a good book, but many have while trying to write one. — Robert Byrne

To produce something beautiful is the aim of all artistic activity. — David Alva Clippinger

The love of money as a possession ... will be recognised for what it is, a somewhat disgusting morbidity. — John Maynard Keynes

I still live in the same place I've lived all my life. — Susan Straight

Keep it simple: own as little as you can get away with, schedule everything, keep a notebook, don't let technology enslave you. — Blake Mycoskie

Christians lost the battle in the public square over gay marriage because, frankly, we were outthought, outfought, and outmarketed on the issue. — Robert Jeffress

You cannot simply discard God like a box that has been emptied. — Martin Walser

Nothing counts but pressure, pressure, more pressure, and still more pressure through broad organized aggressive mass action. — A. Philip Randolph

The words were out. The truth was hanging in the air.. — Christie Watson

When you let go of past pain, believe in yourself, and follow your dreams - you can find true happiness! — Casi McLean

The language that reveals also obscures. — Wendell Berry

My parents were two-faced. To me, they showed no mercy. They preached from theBook of Fallen Children - Commandment 1: The Child Is Always Ungrateful. At eighteen, the free ride would stop, and I'd be dumped into the mess of the world. But in their private moments, they were soft, cowed by love. They critiqued their own parenting skills and thought of all the ways the could help their kids get ahead. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

The trouble with normal is it always gets worse. — Bruce Cockburn

Birth and death are not two different states, but they are different aspects of the same state. — Mahatma Gandhi

I used to cry to the stars in the sky and begged them to have mercy on me cause I longed for the moment when the amount of pain I felt would be unbearable and I would simply go numb. Numb. The very taste of that word was a sweet symphony to me. A relief. An alleviation in my unendurable existence. A cure. I ached because of more reasons than I could contain. My mother's cancer, my unrequited love, my worn body. The absence of my dignity and innocence. The utter feeling of abandonment. My yearning for love and family. My beloved father who left me. My freakiness and lack of belonging somewhere. My bisexuality and faith deprivation. My poverty, being insolvent most of my life, having no money to my name since forever. My shack of a house, cold and loathed from the very first days. My sorrow and grief caused by my weaknesses and deficiencies... — Magdalena Ganowska