Swachhagrahi Quotes & Sayings

When you are a child of the mountains yourself, you really belong to them. You need them. They become the faithful guardians of your life. If you cannot dwell on their lofty heights all your life, if you are in trouble, you want at least to look at them. — Maria Franziska Von Trapp

What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime, and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure, with the sky for a background, enough to enable him to adore God in his most beautiful as well as in his most sublime works? Indeed, is not that all, and what more can be desired? A little garden to walk, and immensity to reflect upon. At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate upon: a few flowers on the earth, and all the stars in the sky. — Victor Hugo

I couldn't sleep for nights on end, as my brain felt like there were thoughts colliding within it; I obsessed over small details, from saving pennies and polishing each one of them to washing my clothing over and over in the washing machine. — Andy Behrman

Meditation is like the breeze that comes in when you leave the window open; but if you deliberately keep it open, deliberately invite it to come, it will never appear. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

Resentment is a cage, talent is a captured bird. — Elif Shafak

I don't know why you won't even look me in the eye. I don't understand anything you're doing or saying, and it's killing me, because I already don't undestand a single thing about me or Michael or Becky or my brother or anything on this shitty planet. — Alice Oseman

Every reader wants the same thing: to open the cover of a book and watch the words explode like fireworks off the page. — Kim Lehman

Man's last day must ever be awaited and none to be
counted happy until his death, until his last funeral rites
are paid. — Ovid

We barely touched, I barely breathed, and time barely moved. Even my heartbeat, which thundered in my ears, seemed to slow down until every. Single. Beat had time to echo into silence before the next one took its place. — L.A. Witt