Vishweshwarayya Quotes & Sayings

Is it him?" Dad asked. "Did he get you into trouble?"
"Not me," Shane said. "I've just got that kind of face. — Rachel Caine

Would a DNA test for love take a sample from the heart or the mind? — Dean Cavanagh

The pathologized images have moved the soul in several ways: we are afraid; we feel vulnerable and in danger; our very physical sustance and sanity appear to be menaced; we want to prevent or rectify. Especially this last seizes us. We feel protective, impelled to correct, straighten, repair. For we have confused something sick with something wrong. [ ... ]
affliction reaches us partly through the guilt it brings. Guilt belongs to the experiences of deviation, the the sense of being off, failing, 'missing the mark'. [ ... ]
However the true missing of the mark is taking the guilt literally, where failings becomes faults to be set right. This places the guilt on the shoulders of the ego who 'should not' have failed. Then pathologizing reinforces the ego's style and guilt serves a secondary gain, increasing the ego's sense of importance: ego becomes superego, drivenly busy with repairing wrongs. A guilty ego is no less egocentric than a proud one. — James Hillman

The summer night is like a perfection of thought. — Wallace Stevens

You've never been soft for anyone else. You've never been vulnerable. Those things belong to me." He launched each jab at me without pity, hesitation, or remorse. The bastard. "They always have. They always will. You've never given the you that's mine to anyone else, and you never will. Even your lying lips can't convince me otherwise. — R.K. Lilley

Screw what Mom and Dad think. Screw the rest of the town. Screw perfection. This girl is mine. — Katie McGarry

When we run out of money, we have to start thinking. — Winston Churchill

Yet each country had items that the other needed. The Arridi had reserves of red gold and iron in their deserts that the Toscans required to finance and equip their large armies. Even more important, Toscans had become inordinately fond of kafay, the rich coffee grown by the Arridi. — John Flanagan

Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they sayI'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is.Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear — St. Vincent