Hilty Electric Quotes & Sayings

Fear holds on. Love lets go. "Yes, — Lisa Unger

I think kids are fairly similar. It's just really the technology. Like, you won't find kids in the 60s, or anyone for that matter, having mobile phones, texting, watching YouTube, and being absorbed in their technology. — Jared Gilman

To some people return to religion is the answer, not as an act of faith but in order to escape an intolerable doubt; they make this decision not out of devotion but in search of security. — Erich Fromm

People should be concerned about installing a more sensible, responsible government. What we [the burmese] need is a government that is accountable and transparent, so that the people know what it is doing and can judge for themselves whether or not they like what is being done. — Aung San Suu Kyi

Try to listen silence of your loved one And you will find voice of Heart and Feelings — Mohammed Zaki Ansari

Didn't you tell me smoking ruined your stamina as a boxer?
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Ruined is a strong word, I'd say.
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It helps fight boredom. It gives you more to do and less time to do it in. — Mohsin Hamid

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss. — Haruki Murakami

I just don't like to do a lot of the normal things expected of other artists. I'm not trying to be difficult; I'm just trying to stick with what it is I want to do. — Damien Rice

But you won't tell me what it is?" "No." "Why?" "Because I'm afraid to, Kyrie. Because I've been waiting a very long time to bring you into my life, and now that I have you, I'm jealous of the time I get to spend with you. — Jasinda Wilder

Turner watercolour — Kathleen Tessaro

On Lego's
Listen, I don't want to stifle your creativity, but that thing you built there, it looks a pile of shit. — Justin Halpern

Evening Concert, Sainte-Chapelle
The celebrated windows flamed with light
directly pouring north across the Seine;
we rustled into place. Then violins
vaunting Vivaldi's strident strength, then Brahms,
seemed to suck with their passionate sweetness,
bit by bit, the vigor from the red,
the blazing blue, so that the listening eye
saw suddenly the thick black lines, in shapes
of shield and cross and strut and brace, that held
the holy glowing fantasy together.
The music surged; the glow became a milk,
a whisper to the eye, a glimmer ebbed
until our beating hearts, our violins
were cased in thin but solid sheets of lead. — John Updike