Shahidi Abdolvahab Quotes & Sayings

The Buddhist version of poverty is a situation where you have nothing to contribute. — Michael Palin

In many ways Churchill remained a nineteenth-century man, and by no means a common man. He fit the mold of what Henry James called in English Hours persons for whom the private machinery of ease has been made to work with extraordinary smoothness. — William Manchester

You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you — Tablo

Remember the old saying, my lady,' he said slyly. 'Put a cat to watch a flock and the wolves eat well. — Bernard Cornwell

He picked up one of her hands, turned it over, and kissed her palm again before placing it against his chest. Her heart melted in response, and her knees threatened to follow. — Debra Holland

He is truly great who is little in his own eyes and makes nothing of the highest — Thomas A Kempis

Whatever is immediately perceived is an idea: and can any idea exist out of the mind? — George Berkeley

Destiny does not lead us in a straight line. As if to some silent music, people and events come into our lives. We are led this way or that and sometimes in a circle. Unknowingly we all move to life's silent tune. This is Destiny's Dance.
Rosemary Gard — Rosemary Gard

Anytime you make a bet with the best of it, where the odds are in your favor, you have earned something on that bet, whether you actually win or lose the bet. By the same token when you make a bet with the worst of it, where the odds are not in your favor, you have lost something, whether you actually win or lose the bet. — David Sklansky

You missed a fine opportunity there."

Her heart raced as she whirled around. The hoarse voice was William's. He stood behind her, somewhat worse the wear for drink. He was pale in the moonlight, his hair a dark halo, hard eyes glittering with some inner fire.

"What do you want, William?"

"I want you. — Judith James

I asked myself at the time: how is it that she is not astonished at herself, that she keeps her mouth closed, and expresses nothing of any wonderment? — Franz Kafka