Orses Quotes & Sayings

If you open that Pandora's Box you never know what Trojan 'orses will jump out. — Ernest Bevin

His hand cups the back of my neck, and before I can think, he dips down and our mouths meet. For a split second I worry that he thinks he's kissing Courtney. But that instant the warmth of his soft lips spreads into mine, all thoughts dissolve. Pure feeling is all I have left. Little electric sparks sip through my bloodstream, making sure every nerve in my body is focused on his amazing mouth. — Tera Lynn Childs

But the cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon
from which we watch for it. — Elizabeth Gaskell

Under friends I just understand people which share the same ideas and thoughts which will mean.... Ops my mistake... I was just looking are you following or you like because of the crowd? — Deyth Banger

In a word, many flattering things were said of them. But there was some criticism. People spoke with horror of the number of books they had read. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

God dwells in you, as you, and you don't have to 'do' anything to be God-realized or Self-realized,
it is already your true and natural state.
Just drop all seeking, turn your attention inward,
and sacrifice your ego mind to the One Self radiating in the Heart of your very being.
For this to be your own presently lived experience,
Self-Inquiry Meditation is a direct and immediate way. — Ramana Maharshi

One day you'll expect better from me. — Kim Dare

Try this exercise: Turn a piece of paper horizontally, and on the left hand side write down a task you're forced to perform at work that feels devoid of meaning. Then ask yourself: What is the purpose of this task? What will it accomplish? Draw an arrow to the right and write this answer down. If what you wrote still seems unimportant, ask yourself again: What does this result lead to? Draw another arrow and write this down. Keep going until you get to a result that is meaningful to you. In this way, you can connect every small thing you do to the larger picture, to a goal that keeps you motivated and energized. — Shawn Achor

When I was 16, nobody else talked like me. Nobody else sounded like me. — Linda Hunt

We were very happy when a South African court, which had previously ruled against us, took another look and decided that this material was not obscene and allowed it into the country. — Gilbert Hernandez

I've always been a black sheep. That's a hard thing to be until you find your calling in life. I was bullied a lot at school, probably because I was perceived to be different from everyone else. — Natalie Dormer

Our minds would heat up, If we strongly disagree what others say and it can be overcomed by ignoring their comments. — Saaif Alam

He had violent passions, and on occasion desire seized his body so that he was driven to an orgy of lust, but he hated the instincts that robbed him of his self-possession. I think, even, he hated the inevitable partner in his debauchery. When he had regained command over himself, he shuddered at the sight of the woman he had enjoyed. His thoughts floated then serenely in the empyrean, and he felt towards her the horror that perhaps the painted butterfly, hovering about the flowers, feels to the filthy chrysalis from which it has triumphantly emerged. I suppose that art is a manifestation of the sexual instinct. It is the same emotion which is excited in the human heart by the sight of a lovely woman, the Bay of Naples under the yellow moon, and the Entombment of Titian. It is possible that Strickland hated the normal release of sex because it seemed to him brutal by comparison with the satisfaction of artistic creation. — W. Somerset Maugham

He chiseled open the fault lines in the others' personalities. — David Mitchell

To what shall we compare our fragile life?

Life is like a speck of dust that alights upon a surface. It remains there, unmoved, until a draft threatens it. When a breeze comes it holds on till the last. Finally, a gust of wind comes and it is blown asunder. That is how fragile life is, like a speck of dust blown to nothingness. — Paul Worthington