Khata Quotes & Sayings

Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist. — Algernon Charles Swinburne

The activity of the young is like that of railcars in motion
they tear along with noise and turmoil, and leave peace behind them. The quietest nooks, invaded by them, lose their quietude as they pass, and recover it only on their departure. — Christian Nestell Bovee

I never go to where's a risk. I'm frightened of dangers down to boredom. — Fernando Pessoa

"He's wicked. He's dangerous. And he's far from trustworthy. But he's devoted to me and Wonderland. In that respect, he's my friend." I stop before the rest can escape: He's lodged himself inside the netherling half of my heart, no matter how hard I tried to deny him access. — A.G. Howard

The hardest part of your journey to success will be telling people your crazy dreams and ideas. But I've found as soon as you say your dreams aloud, many people will come to your side and help guide your journey in the right direction. During my 30 year journey with my disease I have discovered that you will always be surrounded by help, support and light if you stay positive in spite of hardships. — Karni Liddell

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings ... Amble out for love — Kobayashi Issa

Anyone who thinks impressions of old movie actors is funny absolutely cannot be trusted. I think it's like a law of nature. — Stephen King

Information is not like money or any other commodity. The cracks that it can slip through are almost infinitely small, and it can be duplicated at almost zero cost. Soon information will be like air, like the weather, and as easy to control. — David Brin

Fierce - fervent in her affection. A giver of tight hugs and plentiful kisses. That's the makings of the best kind of mom. — Emma Chase

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves. — Virginia Woolf