Suppliant Define Quotes & Sayings

He was afraid of nothing. Until he'd met me. — Jamie McGuire

The problem with compassion is that it is not photogenic. — Sebastian Horsley

I wrote a book on life coaching, because my life became my own reference point how to live. — Anupam Kher

Everybody loves a thing more if it has cost him trouble. — Steve Berry

It's been long since thinking humanity has learnt that love is a majestic creation of the brain, yet that knowledge hasn't made love be deemed any less glorious. Then why should it threaten the religious believer to learn that divinity as well is a natural creation of the brain? — Abhijit Naskar

...they're here for a moment and then gone. At best they have "liftoff" power, or, to use a different analogy, they are like periodic flashes of lightning on a dark road, with no guiding power. — Ravi Zacharias

There is nothing so disobedient as an undisciplined mind, and there is nothing so obedient as a disciplined mind. — Gautama Buddha

The Dutchman [Brannenburg] was hard ... he was stone. His brain was eroded granite where the few ideas he had carved deep their ruts of opinion. There was no way for another idea to seep in, no place for imagination, no place for dreams, none for compassion or mercy or even fear.
He knew no shadings of emotion, he knew no half-rights or half-wrongs or pity or excuse, nor had he any sense of pardon. The more I thought of him the more I knew he was not evil in himself, and he would have been shocked that anybody thought of him as evil. Shocked for a moment only, then he'd have shut the idea from his mind as nonsense. For the deepest groove worn into that granite brain was the one of his own rightness.
And that scared me. — Louis L'Amour

I don't know any jokes, which is embarrassing. I wish I did. — Marty Feldman

In the case of the solitary, his seclusion, even when it is absolute and ends only with life itself, has often as its primary cause a disordered love of the crowd, which so far overruled every other feeling that, not being able to win, when he goes out, the admiration of his hall-porter, of the passers-by, of the cabman whom he hails, he prefers not to be seen by them at all, and with that object abandons every activity that would oblige him to go out of doors. — Marcel Proust

Often, as she leafed through the sticky, plastic-coated pages, spotting herself with a frizzy perm or wearing a loud, printed blouse, she was struck by how long life was, and how much time had passed, and she wished she could go back and apologize to those closest to her, explain that she understood now. Impossible, and yet the urge to return and be a different person never lessened, grew only more acute. — Stewart O'Nan

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow ... the hour Before the dawn ... the mouth of one Just dead. — Adelaide Crapsey