Rukmani Quotes & Sayings

The nature of my work is my subjectivity meshed with other people's subjectivity. So there's a correspondence with that ... Even if you write about me, it will reflect on you; everything is a kind of weird collaboration. — Tino Sehgal

Unbelief is actually perverted faith, for it puts its faith not in the living God, but in dying men. — A.W. Tozer

She does know we're coming, right?' I ask.
'Well ... ' He hems and haws a bit. 'Not exactly.'
Laney immediately smacks the back of his head. 'Jake! You mean we're showing up unannounced? That is so rude!'
'What if she isn't there? What are we going to do?' I smack him once, too, for good measure. 'What is *wrong* with you?'
'Can we please stop with the abuse? — Hannah Harrington

Neil's voice was calm, confident, most of all clear. "Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." It was 4:17:42 P.M. EDT, Sunday, July 20, 1969. — Alan Shepard

Ask Bill [Gates] why the string in function 9 is terminated by a dollar sign. Ask him, because he can't answer, only I know that. — Gary Kildall

It is not all of life to live, nor yet all of death to die. For life and death are one, and only those who will consider the experience as one may come to understand or comprehend what peace indeed means. — Edgar Cayce

I can't be bound by a past self I don't remember. — Sarah Beth Durst

Just when you think life is a bitch, it has puppies. — Lois Battle

Music is like a lifeblood - it changes the way I move; it changes the way I feel about myself. The way I walk into the room is different depending on the song I was just listening to. — Tatiana Maslany

She walks in beauty. — Ron Rash

Kissing me will not make the horse any smaller."
Laughter rumbled from Gray's chest as he closed his arms around her. He inhaled the sweetness of her hair and nuzzled the warm silkiness just behind her ear. "Kissing ye will no' make me any smaller either. — Maeve Greyson

The world is full of dumb paperwork. — Nice Peter

His knowledge was not far behind
The knight's, but of another kind,
And he another way came by't ;
Some call it Gifts, and some New Light.
A lib'ral art, that costs no pains
Of study, industry, or brains. — Samuel Butler