Top 10 Buddhist Quotes & Sayings

I should fancy that crime was to them what art is to us, simply a method of procuring extraordinary sensations. — Oscar Wilde

Now I'm just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesn't lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesn't lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her. — Isaac Marion

Beware of anything that would tarnish God's mirror in you. It is always something good stains it - good, but not best. — Oswald Chambers

I've had great ambitions and boundless dreams, but so has the delivery boy* or the seamstress, because everyone has dreams. What distinguishes certain of us is our capacity for fulfilling them, or our destiny that they be fulfilled. — Anonymous

It occurred to me that the movement of the amputated knob perfectly schematized what it would look like for someone to try to turn somersaults with one hand nailed to the floor. This was how I first became interested in the possibilities of annulation. — David Foster Wallace

To do otherwise with a 'prentice was to ask for a second, less playful bite. And who would be to blame for that? Who but the teacher? For was he not training her to bite? Training both of them to bite? — Stephen King

Don't let the fear of losing prevent you from trying. — Leonard D. Rawlins

You do not know the dishonest purposes of these men as well as I do," Douglas told Lincoln of the secessionists. "If I were president, I'd convert or hang them all within forty-eight hours. — Scott Farris

Which is more remarkable fact about America: that millionaires are idealists or idealists become millionaires. — Ludwig Boltzmann

If there were only turnips and potatoes in the world, someone would complain that plants grow the wrong way. — Georg C. Lichtenberg

I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind ... Are you listening to me?"
Yes."
You could tell he was trying to concentrate and all.
It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know. But do you know what I'm driving at, at all? — J.D. Salinger