Indian Henna Quotes & Sayings

I think the thing with fame is that everybody claims they all want your best. They all know what's good for you and you end up ragged, empty and tired. I did. I felt so empty. Everybody tried to grab a piece of me and everybody tried to push me into a corner. — Heather Nova

You can't do kaizen just once or twice and expect immediate results. You have to be in it for the long haul. — Masaaki Imai

Brahma and Airavata
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand ... — Muse

There is no perfect decision - only the perfectly surrendered decision to press through our fears and know that God is working in us to bring about good through us. — Lysa TerKeurst

When meaning is drawn from killing, the risk is that more killing would bring more meaning. — Timothy Snyder

Brian's face broke out in a wide grin as he slapped Roarke on the back. "That's a woman, isn't it?"
"Delicate as a rose, my Eve. Fragile and quiet natured." He grinned himself when he heard her curse, loud and vicious. "A voice like a flute."
"And you're sloppy in love with her."
"Pitifully. — J.D. Robb

Strike up the drum and march courageously. — Christopher Marlowe

So it may well be believed that when I found him taking a complete holiday, with a vast supply of books at command, he had the air of indulging in a literary debauch, if the term may be applied to so honorable an occupation. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

Typos are very important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they aren't distracted by the total lack of content in your writing. — R. K. Milholland

Everyone loves a conspiracy. — Dan Brown

I came to the Greeks early, and I found answers in them. Greece's great men let all their acts turn on the immortality of the soul. We don't really act as if we believed in the soul's immortality and that's why we are where we are today. — Edith Hamilton

She felt her heart beating in her throat when the man in the mask began to chant again. — Nora Roberts

That and the fact that I knew that nobody was going to publish my work at Dark Horse or DC or anywhere. — Rob Walton

Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where dawn arrives on bare toes,
Where night paints henna-beams on feet,
Where fragrance bathes in moonlight,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where rays of light roam nakedly,
In green forests of sandalwood.
Where the flame seeks the lamp,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where sunsets sleep on wide waters,
And the deer leap.
Where tears fall for no reason,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where the farmer sleeps hungry,
Even though the wheat is the color of my beloved,
Where the wealthy ones lie in hiding,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved. — Shiv Kumar Batalvi