Rasasi Romance Quotes & Sayings

There is dew
on these poems in the morning,
and at night a cool breeze may rise from them.
In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim.
I like talking to you like this. Have you moved
a step closer?
Soon we may be
kissing. — Kabir

Keep the pressure on, with different tactics and actions, and utilize all events of the period for your purpose. — Saul Alinsky

However often the thread may be torn out of your hands, you must develop enough patience to wind it up again and again. — Walter Gropius

And that was glorious too, the idea of loving someone and not fearing they would soon be lost. — Cassandra Clare

It turns out that understanding the British public is not rocket science. The British appreciate honesty and they also have a bonkers, off-the-wall sense of humour like me. — Nicole Scherzinger

You buy and sell your way into His presence for more money, as if that makes any difference to Him. You fight and kill each other over who knows Him best. It's an unending farce. And yet, He forgives you. He loves you. — David W. Moore III

Unused to the situations in which I find myself, and embarassed by the slightest difficulties, I seldom discover, till too late, how I ought to act. — Fanny Burney

The dignity we seek in dying is not to be found in our final weeks, days or moments but in the way we live and how we are seen by those people whose lives we affect. — Sherwin B. Nuland

When we consume vastly more protein than we need, our kidneys struggle to process it, resulting in protein in the urine. Too much protein from meat may also contribute to kidney stones. — Bee Wilson

Failure
Because God put His adamantine fate
Between my sullen heart and its desire,
I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate,
Rise up, and curse Him on His throne of fire.
Earth shuddered at my crown of blasphemy,
But Love was as a flame about my feet;
Proud up the Golden Stair I strode; and beat
Thrice on the Gate, and entered with a cry
All the great courts were quiet in the sun,
And full of vacant echoes: moss had grown
Over the glassy pavement, and begun
To creep within the dusty council-halls.
An idle wind blew round an empty throne
And stirred the heavy curtains on the walls. — Rupert Brooke