Parlayan Tarim Quotes & Sayings

We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life. — Thomas Browne

Once the word becomes your kindred, the world becomes your home. — Chandrakant Kaluram Mhatre

Christlike in my behavior
Like any good believer
I imitate the Savior
And cultivate a beaver — Aldous Huxley

As a kid, I remember crying and then noticing myself in the mirror and being fascinated by how that looked. — Nina Hoss

That's the Ankh-Morpork instinct, Vimes thought. Run away, and then stop and see if anything interesting is going to happen to other people. — Terry Pratchett

Bad things are not the worst things that an happen to us. NOTHING is the worst thing that can happen to us. — Richard Bach

If your life is in harmony, then your life is full and good, but not overcrowded. If it is overcrowded, you are doing more than is right for you, more than is your job to do in the total scheme of things. — Peace Pilgrim

A Gothic cathedral affirms that it was done by us and not done by us. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

A guy said to me one time, something really profound, and it's so simple. It's that depression lies. It's a liar and you have to shut it down. There is nothing that alleviates it more than going out and doing something for someone else. It's almost like instant healing. Get away from yourself. People can't even get out of bed and it gets really severe. I've never been at that stage. Everyone goes through low and high and low and high and some people are blessed to be created on an even keel all the way through - but not me. — Mel Gibson

As regards the artists themselves, most of them gave up their freedom quite lightly, placing their art at the service of someone or something. As a rule, their concerns and their ambitions are those of any old careerist. I thus acquired a total distrust of art and artists, whether they were officially recognised or were endeavouring to become so, and I felt that I had nothing in common with this guild. I had a point of reference which held me elsewhere, namely that magic within art which I had encountered as a child. — Rene Magritte

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;
Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore
Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn
Disturbs the eternal sleep,
But in the stillness far withdrawn
Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep. — Robert Louis Stevenson