Kanakala Devadas Quotes & Sayings

War takes so many more casualties than just the dead. — Katherine L. Walker

I tensed up like someone had just given me a surprise rectal exam. — Kristin Walker

The truth is, we don't have an easy language for emotional life. That's why we have writers. — Susie Orbach

Stokes is running a little late this morning, ma'am. Like, an emergency, you know. Being a woman of moderate expectations, Jacqueline accepted the stumbling — Elizabeth Peters

No pleasure endures unseasoned by variety. — Publilius Syrus

We make allowance for a certain degree of selfishness in men; because we know it to be inseparable from human nature, and inherent in our frame and constitution. By this reflexion we correct those sentiments of blame, which so naturally arise upon any opposition. — David Hume

I live alone with my one dog and they say it like it's a sad, it's a terrible thing. This woman lives alone with her two cats. — Julie Bowen

Joys divided are increased. — Josiah Gilbert Holland

The real glory of meditation lies not in any method but in its continual living experience of presence, in its bliss, clarity, peace, and most important of all, complete absence of grasping. The diminishing of grasping in yourself is a sign that you are becoming freer of yourself. And the more you experience this freedom, the clearer the sign that the ego and the hopes and fears that keep it alive are dissolving, and the closer you will come to the infinitely generous "wisdom of egolessness." — Sogyal Rinpoche

Do one thing but do it well — Sunday Adelaja

Absence of Quality is the essence of squareness. — Robert M. Pirsig

And yet, I just can't be bothered to give a damn. I want Olivia. In my bed, on my cock, over my face. And I want her to know it. You — Emma Chase

Olson sat up. He put his hands against his belly and stared calmly at the poised soldiers on the deck of the squat vehicle. the soldiers stared back. 'You bastards!' McVries sobbed. 'You bloody bastards!' Olson began to get up. Another volley of bullets drove him flat again. Now there was a sound from behind Garraty. He didn't have to turn his head to know it was Stebbins. Stebbins was laughing softly. Olson sat up again. The guns were still trained on him, but the soldiers did not shoot. Their silhouettes on the halftrack seemed almost to indicate curiosity. Slowly, reflectively, Olson gained his feet, hands crossed on his belly. He seemed to sniff the air for direction, turned slowly in the direction of the Walk, and began to stagger along. — Richard Bachman