Loewenstein Chair Quotes & Sayings

When a pure devotee or spiritual master speak, what he says should be accepted as having been directly spoken by the Supreme Personality of Godhead in the Parampara System. — A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all. — Cassandra Clare

You could look out the window today, see the sky raining fire, and say that it has all been for nothing, everything we've ever done, because now we've lost. But folk were born and lived and knew friendship and music in this city, ugly as it is, and all across this land that we fought for. Some grew old, and others were less lucky. Many bore children and raised them, and had the pleasure of making them, too, and we gave them that for as long as we could. Who has ever done more, my friend? — Laini Taylor

Removing old conditionings from the mind and training the mind to be more equaimous with every experience is the first step toward enabling one to experience true happiness. — S. N. Goenka

The eyes are the windows of the soul ... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see? — E.L. Konigsburg

She decided to be quiet for now. There was a Yamani saying: "You need never unsay anything that you did not say in the first place. — Tamora Pierce

You may remember that on earth - though of course we never confessed it - the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked best, was always mingled with a certain satisfaction at being finally done with them. — George Bernard Shaw

His feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. — J.K. Rowling

Fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. - SUZANNE NECKER, WIFE OF JACQUES NECKER, MINISTER OF FINANCE — Michelle Moran

Oh, young Stibbons reckons he's caught Uncertainty,' said the Senior Wrangler, licking the paper. 'As soon as his body remembers what it's called it forgets where it's supposed to be. — Terry Pratchett

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.
Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays. — Amy Lowell