Quotes & Sayings About Unrevealed Love

He who goes to the bottom of his own heart knows his own nature;
And knowing his own nature, he knows heaven. — Mencius

Human beings are social creatures. We are social not just in the trivial sense that we like company, and not just in the obvious sense that we each depend on others. We are social in a more elemental way: simply to exist as a normal human being requires interaction with other people. — Atul Gawande

Pickle jars are just pickle jars, and pickles are just pickles. — Regina Spektor

Every man has his devilish minutes. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

To illustrate the vain conceit that the universe must be somehow pre-ordained for us, because we are so well-suited to live in it, he [Douglas Adams] mimed a wonderfully funny imitation of a puddle of water, fitting itself snugly into a depression in the ground, the depression uncannily being exactly the same shape as the puddle. — Richard Dawkins

I like my song-sequences in my movies, but one of the things I like about them, is I get in and I get out. — Quentin Tarantino

Generally we don't really consciously do it as a purpose-driven thing ... It's really just a response to life. — David Crosby

Be wary of security as a goal. It may often look like life's best prize. Usually it's not. — William Zinsser

I don't rock chains our ancestors did it for us — Phonte

See whether the DBA laughs at the queries If it doesn't pass the laugh test, it shouldn't go into production. Period. — Michael T. Nygard

When the cup of any sensual pleasure is drained to the bottom, there is always poison in the dregs. — Jane Porter

Judge of a jest when you have done laughing. — Robert Lloyd

Two men spit in their hands, help each other out, then laugh about it later. Just to be silly. — Jim Norton

fact our shoes filled with mud and our clothes turned to slime, and it was the farthest thing from pleasant. Mosquitoes that had lain dormant through the long drought now hatched and rose from the forest floor in clouds so thick they filled our mouths and nostrils. I learned to draw back my lips and breathe slowly through my teeth, so I wouldn't choke on mosquitoes. When they'd covered our hands and faces with red welts they flew up our sleeves and needled our armpits. We scratched ourselves — Barbara Kingsolver

WRITING THROUGH FIRE IS AN AUTHOR'S JOURNEY. — Victoria A. Young