Ownallday Quotes & Sayings

When nature suffers because it is destroyed by human activities, the notion of beauty is really losing its meaning, because nothing is more aesthetic than the natural beauty. — Marieta Maglas

Fashion seems to exist for an abstract person who is not you or me. — Elizabeth Bowen

Then, amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight, Simon found for the fruit they could not reach ... passed them back down to the endless, outstretched hands. — William Golding

What defines us is not our ability to never let them break us-what defines us is not letting them own us. — Sara Raasch

Silliness is the perfect spice on any personality. — Jury Nel

She jumps on me for sharing pain with the living, but she tries to share it with the dead. — Octavia E. Butler

Guterak looked over. "Hey, you got your hair cut." "Yeah." Remy put the cap back on. "What made you do that?" "I shot myself in the head last night." "Well." Paul drove quietly for a moment, staring straight ahead. "It looks good. — Jess Walter

To use the past to justify the present is bad enough - but it's just as bad to use the present to justify the past. — Amitav Ghosh

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry. — N'Zuri Za Austin

IF ONE COULD RUN WITHOUT GETTING tired, I don't think one would often want to do anything else. — C.S. Lewis

It's better to have nothing,' the children were saying. — Marilynne Robinson

We have been married little more than a year and already there is a terrible silence around some subjects. We never speak of the disappearance of my brothers - a stranger listening to us would think it was a secret between us, a guilty secret. We never speak of my year at Richard's court. We never speak of the conception of Arthur and that he was not, as My Lady so loudly celebrates, a honeymoon child conceived in sanctified love on the very night of a happy wedding. Together we hold so many secrets in silence, after only a year. What lies will we tell each other in ten years? — Philippa Gregory

Formerly when the Govardhanagiri (mountain) was raised aloft by a little boy, the gopis and gopalas realised that Krishna was the Lord. Now, it is not one Govardhanagiri, a whole range will be lifted, you will see! — Sathya Sai Baba

Hunched forward, feeling his ears burning, his hands shaking. Tried to concentrate. Found his eyes flickering over sentences and phrases, retaining nothing. [Charles Meredith] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It is too late! Ah, nothing is too late
Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles
Wrote his grand Oedipus, and Simonides
Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers,
When each had numbered more than fourscore years,
And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten,
Had but begun his Characters of Men.
Chaucer, at Woodstock with the nightingales,
At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales;
Goethe at Weimar, toiling to the last,
Completed Faust when eighty years were past,
These are indeed exceptions; but they show
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow
Into the arctic regions of our lives.
Where little else than life itself survives. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow