Quotes & Sayings About Nahihiya

Dependency purges people of their dreams, makes their spirit atrophy, and enslaves them to a lifetime of mediocrity. — Frank Sonnenberg

I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one - that she won't say it back. — Alex Flinn

The worst threat to man is man himself — Bangambiki Habyarimana

Even your orgasms are mine. — Tara Sue Me

If someone explains me the definition of love, I will give my life to the person. Love is a thing which is difficult to understand. Love is always evolving. — Randeep Hooda

I love making observations. That one is a classic example. — Stephen Colbert

Outwardly, I knew how to play the role of life of the party; I had been trained by the best. But inwardly, I was still that little girl with urine trickling down her leg. Lost. Afraid. So very small. — Kara Tippetts

At the root of Spanglish is a very universal state of being. It is a dis placement from one place, home, to another place, home, in which feels at home in both places, Yet at home in neither place. It is a kind of banging-one's-head-against-the-wall state, and the only choice you have left is to embrace the transitory (read transnatiknal) state of in-between. — Ed Morales

Technical perfection is insufficient. It is an orphan without the true soul of the dancer. — Sylvie Guillem

In some important aspects the Nazi genocide was not unique. In numbers killed, Hitler was surpassed by Stalin and by Mao. In proportion of the population killed, he was surpassed by Pol Pot. But, in other ways, there was a unique moral horror to what the Nazis did. There was an intensity of positive hatred in those who planned the genocide, — Jonathan Glover

And - for the longest second - how he'd wanted to jump in an ocean, scrub himself raw until all of his skin was gone so he could grow a new outer shell, a shell that man hadn't touched, and he hated how everything came back to him in an instant almost as if it wasn't a memory at all but a moment in time he was condemned to live and relive, a scene in his life he'd have to step into over and over again until he got his lines right, but he would always get it wrong. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring. — Burl Ives