Serjehd Quotes & Sayings

A feeling of continuous growth is a wonderful source of motivation and self confidence. — Brian Tracy

More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs. — Callimachus

A house filled with love is never empty. — Saru Singhal

There is no ME without books; they're everything I remember from childhood, from maturity ... All that's happened to me has been coloured, permanently, by my reading. — Spencer Gordon

Flowers are the gift to us from nature, out gift to nature is our love. — Debasish Mridha

What I want is not to want what isn't mine — Tori Amos

Introverted feeling types have a wealth of warmth and enthusiasm, but they may not show it until they know someone well. They wear their warm side inside, like a fur-lined coat. — Isabel Briggs Myers

The point about hope is that it is something that occurs in very dark moments. It is like a flame in the darkness; it isn't like a confidence and a promise. — John Berger

Not the letter again?" Simon's roommate at the Academy, George Lovelace, groaned. He flung himself down on his bed, sweeping an arm melodramatically across his forehead. "Oh, Isabelle, my darling, if I stare at this letter long enough, maybe I'll telepathically woo you back to my weeping bosom. — Cassandra Clare

It makes you wonder if there is anything to astrology after all.' 'Oh, there is,' said Susan. 'Delusion, wishful thinking and gullibility. — Terry Pratchett

Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of the wolf. — Aldo Leopold

There is a particular whir of agitation about female hunger, a low-level thrumming of shoulds and shouldn'ts and can'ts and wants that can be so chronic and familiar it becomes a kind of feminine Muzak, easy to dismiss, or to tune out altogether, even if you're actively participating in it. — Caroline Knapp

What is the strongest pretext for loving? ... If it is necessary, our atomized consciousness invents love, imagines it or feigns it, but does not live without it, since in the midst of infinite dispersion, love, even if as a pretext , gives us the measure of our loss. — Carlos Fuentes