Mahaprabhu Shree Quotes & Sayings

Speech happens to not be his language. — Madame De Stael

Soar to heights where you may view the world from a new perspective. — Fennel Hudson

Take away the cause, and the effect ceases. — Miguel De Cervantes

I love the Dutch impressionists - Vermeer, Rembrandt. What they were able to do with light was astonishing. As for photographers, I think mostly of the Hungarians: Robert Capa, Laszlo Moholy-Nagy, Jozsef Pesci. In fact, I have one of his photographs hanging in my house. — Vilmos Zsigmond

Crying cleanses the soul. — A.D. Posey

When starting on a journey or changing their mode of life, men capable of reflection are generally in a serious frame of mind. At such moments one reviews the past and plans for the future. Prince — Leo Tolstoy

Two types of choices seem to me to have been crucial in tipping the outcomes [of the various societies' histories] towards success or failure: long-term planning and willingness to reconsider core values. On reflection we can also recognize the crucial role of these same two choices for the outcomes of our individual lives. — Jared Diamond

The biggest curse in life is not loosing your love, but not being loved by someone you love. — Kiran Joshi

Larkin found himself next to her now, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as if to comfort, though why he had no idea, for she seemed as calm as ever. Somehow, deep down, he knew that it was all a charade, a mask that she fitted in place as a means of protection. It wasn't easy for her to trust. — Chani Lynn Feener

What ever you do choose life, don't neglect your dream invest time to make it happen. — Euginia Herlihy

Nothing is so irrevocable as mind. — George Santayana

'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle, and makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile ... 'Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, and hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, and answer her afflicted neighbours' prayer ... Soon as her fleets appear their terrors cease. — Joseph Addison

She remembers in 1940 when the city's population had been called upon to donate all the metal objects they could spare. Married women were asked for their wedding rings. Florence's piazzas were thus heaped with enormous piles of tarnished rusting metal objects. There was something almost touching about the slapdash poverty of the contribution. Candelabras, door handles, pipes, bits of engines, tools. It later occurred to her that these bits of waste metal would in all probability be melted down and fashioned into weapons, ammunition maybe. That the candelabra she was looking at might end up lodged in someone's chest in the form of a bullet, someone who would never know that a household ornament of mysterious provenance would cause his death. — Glenn Haybittle