Shahab Nama Quotes & Sayings

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops. — Patrick Ness

But we're not trying to empty the Thames," she told him. "Look at what we're doing with the water we remove. It doesn't go to waste. We're using it to water our gardens, sprout by sprout. We're growing bluebells and clovers where once there was a desert. All you see is the river, but I care about the roses. — Courtney Milan

Give me a scholar, therefore, who is able to think and to write, to look with an eye of discernment into things, and to do business himself, if called upon, who hath both civil and military knowledge; one, moreover, who has been in camps, and has seen armies in the field and out of it; knows the use of arms, and machines, and warlike engines of every kind; can tell what the front, and what the horn is, how the ranks are to be disposed, how the horse is to be directed, and from whence to advance or to retreat; one, in short, who does not stay at home and trust to the reports of others: but, above all, let him be of a noble and liberal mind; let him neither fear nor hope for anything; otherwise he will only resemble those unjust judges who determine from partiality or prejudice, and give sentence for hire: but, whatever the man is, as such let him be described. — Lucian Of Samosata

Think of what this planet has done to us. Dune took my Duke and my son and shattered all our hopes and dreams as a family. It swallows people. — Brian Herbert

You are more likely to be treated by a migrant in the NHS than you are to be behind them in the queue. — Liz Kendall

Sufism is always systematised only for limited or transitory periods: because Sufism is primarly instrumental, not for enjoyment or display. — Idries Shah

Rome has betrayed itself. It knew the truth and chose violence, it knew humaneness and it chose tyranny. — Friedrich Durrenmatt

I was alone, chose to be and demanded it, for this building would complete my cycle of life. The years to this moment stretched long, yet seemed short, sometimes cruel or kind, but never the way I wanted. This house would be me. — Marie F. Martin