Siddhartha Eightfold Path Quotes & Sayings

They don't really pay attention to me, except when they need my blood or something. I wouldn't even be alive, if it wasn't for Kate being sick. — Jodi Picoult

When you by nature subscribe to the view that everyone except yourself is a berk or a wanker, it is hard to bond with anybody in any rational common cause. — Lynne Truss

Patience was not my strong point. — Lauren Bacall

If I had to drop everything and just be a songwriter, I would be OK with that because that's the real joy. — John Oates

I actually wanted to first direct and produce, but then I got this very cool opportunity to be in front of the camera once. — Manish Dayal

Good friends are priceless. You get to know who they are when they stick by you in good and bad times! — Abigal Muchecheti

Every time you tell your old story, you reactivate the negative emotions/vibes as a whole new experience in your body. — Catherine Garrett

When it comes to staying tuned: if you rest, you rust. — Helen Hayes

Will," Jem said. "For all these years I have tried to give you what you could not give yourself."
Will's hands tightened on Jem's, which were as thin as a bundle of twigs. "And what is that?"
"Faith," said Jem. "That you were better than you thought you were. Forgiveness, that you need not always punish yourself. I always loved you, Will, whatever you did. And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done with beating. — Cassandra Clare

During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to his own early life. This reticence upon his part had increased the somewhat inhuman effect which he produced upon me, until sometimes I found myself regarding him as an isolated phenomenon, a brain without a heart, as deficient in human sympathy as he was pre-eminent in intelligence. His aversion to women and his disinclination to form new friendships were both typical of his unemotional character, but not more so than his complete suppression of every reference to his own people. I had come to believe that he was an orphan with no relatives living, but one day, to my very great surprise, he began to talk to me about his brother. — Arthur Conan Doyle