Flyfrom Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes its better to take a leap of faith — Anamika Mishra

Either you create million excuses or you create million rupees. But you cannot create both. — Abhishek Kumar

The man whose silent daysIn harmless joys are spent,Whom hopes cannot delude,Nor sorrow discontent:That man needs neither towersNor armour for defence,Nor secret vaults to flyFrom thunder's violence. — Thomas Campion

Love High. The kind of blissful, floaty happiness that radiates from every inch of you. You can feel it in your eyes, on your skin, in your smile - everywhere. — Marian Vere

Love dies when the lover in us dies. It snaps when the lover in us gives up in defeat. When the cold, practical us takes over the the self-image of us a lover. When the lover in us wins, the practical us recedes and the magic takes over, and when the lover in us loses, the practical us takes over and the magic recedes and the more the lover in us dies, the less courage we have in magic until we reach a point where we even disbelieve the very notion of magic, and magic within us. Who would believe the madness of moonlight in broad daylight? Love dies from hunger for love that love is unable to feed. If I tell you that just as the cold rays of harsh sunlight shall give away to the silver cool of the moonlight beams, your disbelief can turn to magic,are you going to believe? That the stars are there even during the day, that we are the ones unable to see, would you believe? — Srividya Srinivasan

Make him be good to you. Make him love you if you can. It's the only way to get through this. — Cora Reilly

I thought I'd take style to its limit ... My philosophy is a belief in magic, good luck , self-confidence, and pride. — Grace Jones

We are closer to the end of the world than to that minute that has just passed by, because that is lost forever. — Hakan Nesser

We've got goals we're trying to reach, and "Overtime" is the only way to do it, and "Champion" is the only thing we're tryin' to be. — Ace Hood

An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth. No life or youth stirred in him as it had stirred in them. He had known neither the pleasure of companionship with others nor the vigour of rude male health nor filial piety. Nothing stirred within his soul but a cold and cruel and loveless lust. His childhood was dead or lost and with it his soul capable of simple joys and he was drifting amid life like the barren shell of the moon. — James Joyce

(Then) appeared wisdom and shrewdness, and there ensued great hypocrisy. — Lao-Tzu