Tej Gyan Foundation Quotes & Sayings

To the man who knows what makes the perfect date night — Kim Harrison

Why do we have a mind if not to get our way? — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I'll tell you what's real. Real is that I was in jail for the past year, rooming with drug dealers and eating crap food your dog wouldn't touch. Real is not being able to wear your own frickin' underwear and showering with twenty-five other dicks every day while guards watch. Real is my next-door neighbor who walks like she's balancing on stilts because her leg is so fucked up from the accident. Brian, your perception of reality is totally off. — Simone Elkeles

Before you were born - before any of your defects were apparent to you - they were absolutely apparent to God. That didn't stop Him from calling your name and setting you apart. He placed you on the earth at a certain time for a pre-decided purpose. — Steven Furtick

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others? — Gilles Deleuze

Half a loaf is better than no bread — Thomas Jefferson

The rule is the worst thing. You just want to break it. — Oscar Niemeyer

I will do anything for you, just don't go anywhere. Just don't leave. Stand there and smile at me, and I'll do anything you want. — Lilith Saintcrow

In the future, he will rethink his unlocked-door policy. Though it had occurred to him that something might be stolen, he had never considered the possibility that something might be left. — Gabrielle Zevin

He was a hidden God, full of secrecy. Truly, he did not come by his son otherwise than by secret ways. At the door of his faith stands adultery.
Whoever extols him as a God of love, does not think highly enough of love itself. Did not that God want also to be judge? But the loving one loves irrespective of reward and requital.
When he was young, that God out of the Orient, then was he harsh and revengeful, and built himself a hell for the delight of his favourites.
At last, however, he became old and soft and mellow and pitiful, more like a grandfather than a father, but most like a tottering old grandmother. [...] and one day he suffocated of his all-too-great pity. — Friedrich Nietzsche

In front of me stands a willow tree by a river, its long green tendrils trailing into the chuckling water. A man sits beneath the tree, back propped against the trunk, gently strumming a lute as he looks out over the water. He feels familiar to me, as if I must know him. As if it would be impossible not to know him.
I do not approach. I simply listen to the water and the lute, the sound settling deeply into my bones and heart. — Suzanna J. Linton