Suring Quotes & Sayings

He is inexperienced but he's experienced in terms of what he's been through. — Steve McClaren

It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess. — Walt Whitman

It is no accident that wherever the State ha taken economic decision away from the citizen, it has deprived him of his other liberties as well. — Enoch Powell

Man is a competitive creature, and the seeds of conflict are built deep into our genes. We fought each other on the savannah and only survived against great odds by organising ourselves into groups which would have had a common purpose, giving morale and fortitude. — Robert Winston

It's alwasy best to look ahead and not backwards. Possessions are not important. Think of those beautiful porcelain pieces I had. Before they came to me, they had all passed through the hands of many people, surviving wars and natural disasters. I got them only because someone else lost them. While I had them, I enjoyed them; now some other people will enhjoy them. Life itself is transitory. Possesions are not important. — Nien Cheng

We do not see with our eyes nor with our minds, we only see through the feelings of our Emotions.-Mark Miller — Mark Miller

15 There shall the fire devour thee: thou shalt perish by the sword, it shall devour thee like the bruchus: assemble together like the bruchus, make thyself many like the locust. 16 Thou hast multiplied thy merchan- The Chaldeans dises above the stars of heaven: the bruchus hath spread himself and flown away. 17 Thy guards are like the locusts: and thy little ones like the locusts of locusts which swarm on the hedges in the day of cold: the sun arose, and they flew away, and their place was not known where they were. — Anonymous

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense. — Ken Kesey

When trust improves, the mood improves. — Fernando Flores

How people's faces turned slightly upward when they stared at the sea, as if they were straining to see a trace of God or were hearing the silent humming of the universe; she would notice how, at the beach, people's faces became soft and wistful, reminding her of the expressions on the faces of the sweet old dogs that roamed the streets of Bombay. As if they were all sniffing the salty air for transcendence, for something that would allow them to escape the familiar prisons of their own skin. — Thrity Umrigar