Sant Baljit Singh Quotes & Sayings

How is that for some people drinking is a short-term loan on the spirit, but for others a heavy mortgage on the soul? — Sebastian Barry

Hardwick was showing the frustration of a man trying to hold his groceries inside a ripped bag. — John Verdon

I never felt like I had made it. — Annette Bening

She'd never known a man whose initial move was to undress the woman he wanted. — Tara Janzen

The Buhha was a monastic, but the practice of mindfulness in the context of any lifestyle is one of renunciation. Every moment of mindfulness renounces the reflexive, self-protecting response of the mind in favor of clear and balanced understanding. In the light of the wisdom that comes from balanced undertanding, attachment to having things be other than what they ar falls away. — Sylvia Boorstein

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident. — W. H. Auden

Militarism ... is the chief bulwark of capitalism. When it is that militarism is undermined, capitalism will fail. — Helen Keller

I don't wear a bikini on the beach. I walk around my house in pyjamas. I haven't seen myself naked in the mirror for probably a decade. I'm very prudish. — Carey Mulligan

It's not knowing that drives you mad. It's imaging things that you wish you couldn't think up all by yourself. — Jenny Valentine

When you know something in your heart, you better not be quiet about it. You better speak out about it. — Zach Wamp

Suppose cats became philosophers, they would see a cat universe and have a cat solution of the problem of the universe, and a cat ruling it. So we see from this that our explanation of the universe is not the whole of the solution. — Swami Vivekananda

There is eloquence in the tongueless
wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the
reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something
within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless
rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like
the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved
singing to you alone. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

He'd never met anyone quite like her.

Then he couldn't think as her hand slid down his back to his buttocks and squeezed. Her toes slowly climbed his calves, and he realized she hadn't just enjoyed the first time around. She had learned. As she slid her hand between them to find him, his eyes crossed.

"Christ", he whispered as her fingers closed around him, her body sliding lower and lower.

She'd learned a hell of a lot. — Dale Mayer

Can't never did anything, until he tried. — F. Lee Hayslip