Hachchi2 Quotes & Sayings

Lyrics belongs to us ina specific language, but music is universal. — Abrar Ahmed Chowdhury

A tiger's DNA is also a 'duplicate me' program but it contains an almost fantastically large digression as an essential part of the efficient execution of its fundamental message. That digression is a tiger, complete with fangs, claws, running muscles, stalking and pouncing instincts. The tiger's DNA says, 'Duplicate me by the round-about route of building a tiger first.' At the same time, antelope DNA says, 'Duplicate me by the round-about route of building an antelope first, complete with long legs and fast muscles, complete with timorous instincts and finely honed sense organs tuned to the danger from tigers. — Richard Dawkins

I'm constantly scared. I'm constantly fearful of what's to come and people don't realize that just because you're doing something doesn't mean that you're fearless but you get up every day and you do it. It takes a lot of courage to be real. — Adrienne Bailon

Love and Loneliness inversely proportional to each other. Love increases then loneliness decreases from this world. — Anonymous

Youth is beautiful; its friendship is precious; the intercourse with it is a purifying release from the worn and stained harness of older life. — Nathaniel Parker Willis

I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I think is important. Words are my work, they're my play. They're my passion. Words are all we have really. We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. And, then we assign a word to a thought and we're stuck with that word for that thought. So be careful with words. The same words that hurt can heal. — George Carlin

It's never enough to just accumulate knowledge and skills. It's what a person does with what he knows that defines who he is." "Every man must decide the kind of path he'll walk. — Alyson Noel

Stubborness and staunch, they are both same things
from different point of view, such crazy and eccentric. — Toba Beta

Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us. — Evelyn Waugh

She hesitated, then reached out to Jared in her mind, and uncertainty washed away in the wave of reassurance she got back. — Sarah Rees Brennan