Nashaat Mhanna Quotes & Sayings

The desert was a school, a school where each day, each hour, a final examination was offered, where failure meant death and the buzzards landed to correct the papers. — Louis L'Amour

I don't just let anyone find me, you know? — Andrew Smith

Warriors don't get weary, troops do. — T.F. Hodge

And just as he had tried, on the southern beach, to find again that unique rounded black pebble with the regular little white belt, which she had happened to show him on the eve of their last ramble, so now he did his best to look up all the roadside items that retained her exclamation mark: the special profile of a cliff, a hut roofed with a layer of silvery-gray scales, a black fir tree and a footbridge over a white torrent, and something which one might be inclined to regard as a kind of fatidic prefiguration: the radial span of a spider's web between two telegraph wires that were beaded with droplets of mist. She accompanied him: her little boots stepped rapidly, and her hands never stopped moving, moving - to pluck a leaf from a bush or stroke a rock wall in passing - light, laughing hands that knew no repose. He saw her small face with its dense dark freckles, and her wide eyes, whose pale greenish hue was that of the shards of glass licked smooth by the sea waves. — Vladimir Nabokov

It's not just something that you do intellectually when you do music. You do it with your body, and you do it with your emotions, and you do it with every part of yourself. It engages your mind as well, but engages all parts of yourself. — Joan Osborne

Today, a single affluent family generally has more timepieces at home than an entire medieval country. You — Yuval Noah Harari

Absolutely nothing was happening in my marriage. I nicknamed my waterbed, Lake Placid! — Phyllis Diller

In order to create, we draw from our inner well. This inner well, an artistic reservoir, is ideally like a well stocked fish pond ... If we don't give some attention to upkeep, our well is apt to become depleted, stagnant, or blocked ... As artists, we must learn to be self nourishing. We must become alert enough to consciously replenish our creative resources as we draw on them - to re-stock the trout pond, so to speak. — Julia Cameron