Wuld Nah Quotes & Sayings

The flower is here, so let's dance here. — Amjad Nasser

You are not your past. — Mitch Albom

Heaven and Hell is what You make out of yourself. Not anyplace else. — Dinkar Kalotra

The system promotes to the top those who don't care about the planet. — Kurt Vonnegut

When I liberate others, I liberate myself. — Fannie Lou Hamer

I'm the girl who never gets angry and never wants anything, and that's why my family is still alive. — Rosamund Hodge

The discovery of truth, by slow progressive meditation, is wisdom.
Intuition of truth, not preceded by perceptible meditation, is genius. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

Everyone has something they can't live without. — Cassandra Clare

Books bombarded his shoulders, his arms, his upturned face. A book lit, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. — Ray Bradbury

He felt something he'd never felt before - but he had a sinking sensation that he recognized it anyway.
He was pretty sure he felt like he was in love. — Cassandra Clare

I wake at 5 or 5:30 most mornings, make myself a latte and grab a cookie, write until 10 or 11, go have my favorite meal, 'second breakfast,' or grab coffee with friends, or play basketball. Then, around noon, I begin apologizing via email for the manuscripts I can't get to. — Jess Walter

Addie, please." More tears dripped down her cheeks. "Don't be so hard."
"Oh, please," I muttered ... and that was as far as I got. 'You broke my heart' were the words that had risen to my mouth, but I couldn't say them. That was what you said to a boyfriend, a lover, not your best friend. She'd laugh. And I'd had enough of being laughed at. I'd worked hard to get to a place where it didn't happen anymore, where I didn't move through life like a walking target, where it was just me and my paints and brushes and my big empty bed every night. "You weren't a good friend," I said instead. — Jennifer Weiner

Our 'normal' 'adjusted' state is too often the abdication of ecstasy, the betrayal of our true potentialities. — R.D. Laing