Tursunov Sanjar Quotes & Sayings

His hair was think and curly and reddish-brown, his eyes a clear ice blue; Ramona had told him many times that she could see the sky in them, clouds when he was angry and rain when he was sad. Now, if she had looked into his eyes closely enough, she might've seen the approaching storm. — Robert McCammon

Every small boy wanted to be a steam engine driver when they grew up in the old days, including me. There's something very special about them - the noise, the smell, the steam coming out everywhere. — Michael Bond

I used to walk like a giant on the land. Now I feel like a leaf floating in a stream — Neil Young

Love is wiser than wisdom. — Umberto Eco

Doubt is the vestibule of faith. — Charles Caleb Colton

So, weak-minded, good souls, please don't try to develop this power. Remember, once a bad spirit gets control of your mind it is really difficult to drive it out. — Khorshed Bhavnagri

You could be attached to merely a description of a plant or a flower. Or a narrative of an event. Or rage at injustice. Isaiah and the other Hebrew prophets, in their rage, were being altogether attached - not at all detached, although as I think of the word "detachment," I also think of a sheet of paper, loose from its notebook, fluttering around somewhere in the wind trying to find its home again. — Gerald Stern

The more I see of the 'hounoured, famed, and great,' the more I see of the littleness, the unsatisfactoriness of all created good; and that no earthly pleasure can fill up the wants of the immortal principle within. — Karen Swallow Prior

Instead of being impure men, they are very pure mannequins. ...One certainly paid a penalty for pleasures. But when that had passed... memories flowed. Like any experience for which one has had to pay and paid, in its full glory. It is impossible to say as much for the unpunishing purities of the escapist. — Guy Pene Du Bois

We learn
that all life
is scarce yet abundant.
Profane yet
sacred.
Loving
yet hateful.
Enlightened
yet obscured.
Isolated yet
collective.
That life is
somehow derived from love. — A.P. Sweet

I hear of this love so often that I think I know it, but I don't feel it, and I myself don't know why,' he fretted. 'These people who love and then the girlfriend goes away - they cut their arms with a blade, they put a cigarette butt out on their hand, they won't sleep, they won't eat, they'll sing - they must have different hearts than mine. — Katherine Boo