Rilleras Quotes & Sayings

In what is now known as Bodh Gaya ... a Buddhist temple stands beside an ancient pipal, descended from that bodhi tree, or "enlightenment tree," and I watched the rising of the morning star and came away no wiser than before. But later I wondered if the Tibetan monks were aware that the Bodhi tree was murmuring with gusts of birds, while another large pipal, so close by that it touched the holy tree with many branches, was without life. I make no claim for the event: I simply declare what I saw at Bodh Gaya. — Peter Matthiessen

Our uniqueness is what makes us common. It is the same fact that we are unique that we as individuals have in common. — Morena Baloyi

If you are a happy person, don't spend your time trying to make an unhappy person happy. Near as I can tell, you have to be a magician to pull it off. — Ernie J Zelinski

During the times we think we're being "unproductive," the seeds of new worlds are germinating within us, and they need peace to grow. — Martha Beck

We have the right and the responsibility to be intolerant of those things which should not be tolerated. — Auliq Ice

The studies indicate that focusing our attention on someone else, takes our mind off of our own problems. We stay healthier and thereby live longer. — Allen Klein

Feelings can only be hidden so long from those who really pay attention.
page 141 — Jamie Ford

If ambitious fantasies make people blush, and sexual fantasies make people blush and feel guilty, fantasies of violence and death may make people blush and feel guilty-and frightened too. — Judith Viorst

The laughter in his deep-set black eyes, the feverish heat of his big hand around mine, the flash of his white teeth against his dark skin, his face stretching into the wide smile that had always been like a key to a secret door where only kindred spirits could enter. — Stephenie Meyer

As nice as his touch was, it's not what lingers with me while I work. It's his words. Two words I tried to shut out, but they cling to me.
What if echoes in my head as I hunt.
What if haunts me through the Narrows.
What if follows me home. — Victoria Schwab