Rungta Group Quotes & Sayings

Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not waste it in forced, unnatural distance. I loved him well - too well not to smite out of my path even Jealousy herself, when she would have obstructed a kind farewell. A cordial word from his lips, or a gentle look from his eyes, would do me good, for all the span of life that remained to me; it would be comfort in the last strait of loneliness; I would take it - I would taste the elixir, and pride should not spill the cup. — Charlotte Bronte

Ignorance isn't a sword. It's a weight that drags a soul swirling to the bottom of the sea. — Melodie Ramone

The slightly porky man on the other side of the Plexiglas has back-combed hair and arms covered in tattoos. As if it isn't enough to look like someone has slapped a pack of margarine over his head, he has to cover himself in doodles as well. There's not even a proper motif, as far as Ove can see, just a lot of patterns. Is that something an adult person in a healthy state of mind would consent to? Going about with his arms looking like a pair of pajamas? — Fredrik Backman

Scatter the names of all those who have ever lived over the surface of the knowable cosmos, and it would remain, for all purposes, as unnamed as it was before the small, anomalous flicker of human life appeared on this small, wildly atypical planet. — Marilynne Robinson

Half a truth is better than no politics. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came. It had its attractions, but she decided that gray did not suit her. — A.A. Milne

Those who say Islam is a warlike religion must ask if Christianity has been as well. — Wendell Berry

I'm a huge shoe person, and I have lots of shoes. — Kimberly Caldwell

Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating. — Gilbert Highet

By how much one man has more experience of things past, than another, by so much also he is more prudent, and his expectations the seldomer fail him. — Thomas Hobbes

One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions. — Mahmoud Darwish