Neset Ertas Nereli Quotes & Sayings

I loved my boarding school, but I didn't know what I wanted to do. I didn't have a career. — Lilly Pulitzer

Knowing love or the hope of knowing love is the anchor that keeps us from falling into that sea of despair. — Bell Hooks

Refrain from drink which is the source of all evil-and the ruin of half the workmen in this Country. — George Washington

Who is an authentic seeker, but someone who has understood that there is nothing else to do but practice? Enthusiastic or discouraged, he or she continues, no matter what. — Lee Lozowick

You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight) — Stephenie Meyer

Why do you think people stopped reading? We read to connect with other minds. But why read when you're busy writing, describing the fine-grained flotsam of your own life. Compulsively recording every morsel you eat, that you're cold, or, I don't know, heartbroken by a football game. An endless stream flowing to an audience of everyone and no one. — Alena Graedon

I don't think you ever understand your life - not till it's finished and probably not then either. The more I live the less I seem to understand. — Sebastian Faulks

There is no need of words. Our lives will do,
Long long enough to learn all of our love,
While time, the river, flows gently below,
Having no false eternities to prove.
The night is full of unspent tenderness
And in its silences we rest apart.
There is no need of words with which to bless
The daily bread, the wine of the full heart.
Here are the peaceful days we cannot share.
Here is our peace at last, and we not there. — May Sarton

Remember after every autumn, the flora senses the rapturous kiss of cheerful spring.
(Book-Love Vs Destiny) — Atul Purohit

Father in Heaven! When the thought of thee wakes in our hearts let it not awaken like a frightened bird that flies about in dismay, but like a child waking from its sleep with a heavenly smile. — Soren Kierkegaard

He seemed like someone who had woken up after a hundred years of sleep, shaking the dust of a century's dreams from his feet. — Cassandra Clare