Trastornos Quotes & Sayings

When we practice loving kindness and compassion we are the first ones to profit. — Rumi

The enjoyment of life is only possible if we could get connected to the spirit. — Nirmala Srivastava

No festival of martial glory or warrior's renown is this; no pageant pomp of war-like conquest, no glory of fratricidal strife attend this day. It is dedicated to peace, civilization and the triumphs of industry. It is a demonstration of fraternity and the harbinger of a better age-a more chivalrous time, when labor shall be best honored and well rewarded. — Peter J. McGuire

Suddenly ... a sound ... the strangest, undoubtedly, that these lonely cliffs of France had ever heard, broke the silent solemnity of the shore. So strange a sound was it that the gentle breeze ceased to murmur, the tiny pebbles to roll down the steep incline! So strange, that Marguerite, wearied, overwrought as she was, thought that the beneficial unconsciousness of the approach of death was playing her half-sleeping senses a weird and elusive trick. It was the sound of a good, solid, absolutely British Damn! — Emmuska Orczy

Medieval and ancient sensibility now dominates our time as acoustic and multisensory awareness displaces the merely visual. — Marshall McLuhan

Our defense of universal human rights is one of America's greatest sources of strength. The image of Chen, blind and injured, seeking through that dangerous night for the one place he knew stood for freedom and opportunity - the embassy of the United States - reminds us of our responsibility to make sure our country remains the beacon for dissidents and dreamers all over the world. — Hillary Rodham Clinton

Beyond the fiction of reality, there is the reality of the fiction. — Slavoj Zizek

You never know you're in a bubble until it pops. — Andrew Revkin

Okay, Jen, he could fuck you with that voice alone and you're Squeaky McSqueakerson? Let's try for a little more on the sexy purr side, please — Katie Allen

The one woman who had stood conspicuous, knitting, still knitted on with the steadfastness of Fate. — Charles Dickens