Sabitha Indra Quotes & Sayings

How shallow to presume war exists only within the physical world. Battles are waged for mind and soul, where things far from comprehension are confronted. — Christopher Hawke

There is always movement in the waiting: walk to the kitchen, reach for his hand, close the eyes in wonder. In the waiting, there may be slowing, but there is never stopping. Not completely. Because living things move. God is always moving toward us and we always have the choice to move toward God. Even in the silence, even as we wait. Maybe especially so. — Emily P. Freeman

Money is only a byproduct of being engaged in a worthy cause. — Hyrum W. Smith

drove a '61 Ford station wagon: six in a row for more go and three on the tree (if you don't know, ask your dad). — Stephen King

Loving you is just like breathing, as effortless, and as lovely. — Margaret Mead

I think insanity is the hardest thing to play. — Richard C. Armitage

If you have more than five goals, you have none. — Peter Drucker

Complicated and confused in a wholly fucked-up way is a good way to describe it. But maybe that's just how love is. — Gayle Forman

The past doesn't just disappear after it's happened. — Susane Colasanti

Aelin took a step forward.
One step, as if in a daze.
She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob.
And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.
She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall.
But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in.
"Who is that?" Nesryn asked.
Aedion smiled. "Rowan. — Sarah J. Maas

There are so many ways of classifying our tendencies, but I think one of the most telling must be this: there are those of us who do not wrestle very often or for very long with our appetites, who can simply say, Enough, and walk away, and those of us who are constantly at odds with how much we desire and what we actually allow ourselves. The gay between desire and restraint: here rages the river of discontent, one that often threatens to overflow its banks. — Christine Sneed

To be lost is to be loved — Aaron Ozee

At home I wear my own clothes, no makeup and don't do anything exciting with my hair. I get to borrow pretty dresses for the red carpet and have experts do my hair and makeup. — Gugu Mbatha-Raw