Hamlet Avenging His Father Quotes & Sayings

I start off with the obvious, that it makes no sense either to believe or to disbelieve in God until a substantial and intelligent definition or concept should be offered. Belief or disbelief is a secondary consideration, contingent on the intelligibility and cogency of the premise; the primal unintelligence or irrationality of moderns is revealed by their eagerness to leap to a conclusion without ever being curious what the hell the original premise was. — Kenny Smith

I see the potential for a new world being born in front of me and all around me, and I feel the only way to bring that potential into being is to know myself. — Gary Zukav

No tyrant, however evil, has yet lacked ready hands to execute his most abominable will. To read how eagerly men have rushed to serve the despot is the bitterest, the saddest matter of history; it is the saddest sight in our own day. — Richard Jefferies

You must be ever vigilant to discover the unifying Truth behind all the scintillating variety. — Sathya Sai Baba

Despite his persecutions, Mr. [Upton] Sinclair reveals himself in Money Writes! to be an enviable man. Always the thing he desires to believe is the thing he feels he knows to be true. — Dorothy Parker

My name is Jared Howe. I haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem ... a little crazy to you. — Stephenie Meyer

Sun of himself. All things are his moons. — Kate Tempest

The one who cannot see that on Earth a big endeavor is taking place, an important plan, on which realization we are allowed to collaborate as faithful servants, certainly has to be blind. — Winston Churchill

Psychology ideally means giving soul to language and finding language for soul. — James Hillman

The novelist ... must live in paranoia and seek to be one with the world; he must be terrified of experience and hungry for it; he must think himself nothing and believe he is superior to all. — Norman Mailer

Don't let your habits become handcuffs — Elizabeth Berg

Inspire your children and watch them shine as far as the stars — Timothy Pina

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu's left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. — Kunal Sen