Flavigny Violet Quotes & Sayings

Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks. — Kahlil Gibran

The differences between Buber and Hegel far outnumber their similarities. But they are at one in their opposition to any otherworldliness, in their insistence on finding in the present whatever beauty and redemption there may be, and in their refusal to pin their hopes on any beyond. — Martin Buber

Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are. — Robert Jordan

Most people will never know anything beyond what they see with their own two eyes. — Alan Cumming

What can be seeds of destruction can also be seeds of greatness. — Kevin Allen

Being able to have a laboratory on Mars, being able to have some sort of sustained human presence on Mars in the future, I think, is critically important for science. — Ellen Stofan

But Krishna is flexible when it comes to who a person worships," I say. "He said that whatever god a man or woman worships with love, it is the same as worshipping him. I think that line is one of the keys to the Gita. The worship is for the sake of the devotee, not for the sake of the god. — Christopher Pike

Mr. Frimpong is the oldest person from church. That's when I knew why he sings louder than anybody else: it's because he's been waiting the longest for God to answer. He thinks God has forgotten him. I only knew it then. Then I loved him but it was too late to go back. — Stephen Kelman

Eating meat and drinking liquor are demonic vices. Those indulging in drink lose all sense of propriety, have no compassion or love and become demons. — Sathya Sai Baba

I need punk rock. It's the medicine for me, but it's bitter and sickening. If you don't need it - if you're happy and healthy - run toward that. — Bradford Cox

Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Orion. There was no finer church, no finer choir, than the stars speaking in silence to the many consumptives silently condemned, a legion upon the dark rooftops. The wind came down from the north like a runner in lacrosse, violent and hard, to batter every living thing. They were there, each one alone in conversation with the stars, mining ephemeral love from cold and distant light. — Mark Helprin