Hladan Vetar Quotes & Sayings

I didn't think it was my job to accept what everyone said I was and who I should be. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

A woman does not want the truth; what is truth to women? From the beginning, nothing has been more alien, repugnant, and hostile
to woman than the truth - her great art is the lie, her highest concern is mere appearance and beauty. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Talking up a storm about food is so easy for me, it's second nature. — Rocco DiSpirito

Don't let anyone make you feel like you're not good enough, smart enough or cool enough. Do your own thing. — Benji Madden

Education has multiple purposes, but learning how to ask essential questions and how to challenge dogma,tradition, and injustice in appropriate and constructive ways is its highest purposes. — Gregory S. Prince Jr.

Socrates called himself a midwife of ideas. A great book is often such a midwife, delivering to full existence what has been coiled like an embryo in the dark, silent depths of the brain. — Clifton Fadiman

Look to the horizon, spread your wings, and fly. — Tom Reilly

Wish you were here, we can get lost in the forest together and eat bamboo rice. — Winna Efendi

because people will not follow you if they do not trust you and before someone will lend you a hand, you must touch their hearts. — Robin S. Sharma

Don't just crit their siticising. — Ronnie Barker

The enemy of photography is the convention, the fixed rules of 'how to do'. The salvation of photography comes from the experiment. — Laszlo Moholy-Nagy

'Useful,' and 'necessity' was always 'the tyrant's plea'. — C.S. Lewis

The wedding ended, hurriedly, on a surge of masculine bonhomie and relief. Five minutes later, followed by the red-eyed glares of their womenfolk, Buccleuch and his friends and his new-married son had plunged off to join Lord Culter, head of the Crawfords, and Francis Crawford his brother, to fight the English once more. * Sentimentally, Will Scott thought, it made his wedding-day perfect. Cantering, easy and big-limbed, through the bracken of Ettrick-side, with leaves stuck, lime-green and scarlet on his wet sleeves, blue eyes narrowed and fair, red-blooded Scott face misted with rain, he was borne on a vast, angry joy. — Dorothy Dunnett

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator. — Mahatma Gandhi