Viveca Sten Quotes & Sayings

I told my daughter, the first time she fell in love, not to hold it too close. Think of yourself in a warm, summer pool, I told her, concentric circles rippling all around you. Golden beams of sunlight flooding your hair, striking your face. Inhale it. Breathe it. It will not leave you. If you place sunlight in your palms, it will turn to shadow. If you put fireflies in a jar, they will die. But if you love with wings on, you will always feel the exhilaration of being suspended in flight. — Alyson Richman

I don't know any woman who doesn't have an anxiety attack about wearing a bathing suit. — Vanessa Marcil

O, believe, as thou livest, that every sound that is spoken over the round world, which thou oughtest to hear, will vibrate on thine ear! — Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is dangerous and harmful to be guided in our life's course by hatreds and aversions, for they are wasteful of energy and limit and twist the mind and prevent it from perceiving the truth. — Jawaharlal Nehru

had no name for the color blue but managed rather well without it - we stayed for a long part of our history culturally, not biologically, color blind. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Writing in a near frenzy is wonderful and freeing, but for me, it did not result in a nice, shiny novel. Instead, what I have is a mess. — Erin Morgenstern

I believe it is the duty of each of us to act as if the fate of the world depended on him. Admittedly, one man by himself cannot do the job. However, one man can make a difference. We must live for the future of the human race, and not for our own comfort or success. — Hyman G. Rickover

On a group of theories one can found a school; but on a group of values one can found a culture. — Ignazio Silone

There is very little difference between one man and another; but what little there is, is very important. — Jonathan Gottschall

Anything that elicits an immediate nod of recognition has only reconfirmed a prejudice. — Don Paterson

When I look back upon my early days I am stirred by the thought of the number of people whom I have to thank for what they gave me or for what they were to me. At the same time I am haunted by an oppressive consciousness of the little gratitude I really showed them while I was young. How many of them have said farewell to life without having made clear to them what it meant to me to receive from them so much kindness or so much care! Many a time have I, with a feeling of shame, said quietly to myself over a grave the words which my mouth ought to have spoken to the departed, while he was still in the flesh. — Albert Schweitzer

The logical process will often be the safe one. I tend, when I'm given that choice, to go the way that's not safe. — Sting