Queriendote Quotes & Sayings

That's the classical mind at work, runs fine inside but looks dingy on the surface. — Robert M. Pirsig

I have nothing to offer you' said Hactar faintly, 'but tricks of the light. It is possible to be comfortable with tricks of the light, though, if that is all you have.'
His voice evanesced, and in the dark a long, velvet paisley-covered sofa coalesced into hazy shape.
... At least, if it wasn't real, it did support them, and as that is what sofas are supposed to do, this, by any test that mattered, was a real sofa. — Douglas Adams

Purity is light. Not just an ordinary light, but a transcendental light. — Frederick Lenz

A child who had been introduced to misery in Saudi Arabia, a teenager who went to wage jihad against the Soviets in Afghanistan, a deeply devout Muslim who had graduated with honors in medicine, a man who had fed a stranger to wild dogs in Damascus, a zealot who had dosed three foreigners with smallpox and watched them die in agony, gave thanks to Allah for the blessings that had been bestowed upon him. — Terry Hayes

Live your passion through your heart center. Be present and centered in it when you express and do the things you love, and the right people will find you. When we do what we love doing, the rest of the world that loves what it's doing finds us. — Floris De Clercq

I've never been that person to fake it, and say what everyone else wants you to say. Then you never have anything personal. If I wanted to be an actress all the time, I could do that. But I don't. I want to be real. I want to be a real person. That's what an artist is. An artist has to be honest. Without honesty, there's nothing. — Miley Cyrus

When we do what God wants us to do, we are blessed, we are spiritually healthy. — Donald Miller

Jamie, who had insisted on walking most of the way to spare the horse, was a disreputable sight indeed, hose stained to the knees with reddish dust, spare shirt torn by brambles and a week's growth of beard bristling fiercely from cheek and jaw. His hair had grown long enough in the last months to reach his shoulders. Usually clubbed into a queue or laced back, it was free now, thick and unruly, with small bits of leaf and stick caught in the disordered coppery locks. Face burned a deep ruddy bronze, boots cracked from walking, dirk and sword thrust through his belt, he looked a wild Highlander indeed. — Diana Gabaldon

Ellen, not for the wide world! But while she said it, madam - I was looking in her glass; of course, she didn't know I could see her - she put her little hand on her heart just like her dear mother used to, and lifted her eyes ... Oh, madam! — Katherine Mansfield

And what it all comes down to is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet. — Alanis Morissette