Yasitata Quotes & Sayings

... where gradually as you peered trying to make it out gradually of all things a face appeared ... — Samuel Beckett

All I know is that if I continue to pitch well, good things will keep happening. — Justin Verlander

If you are bombarded by so many thoughts in solitude, you are in ignorance. If you are calm even amidst a crowd then you are in knowledge. — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

There was a time in my life that I may not have been that nice, and now I'm in a position to contribute to the education of young people, and teach them to be compassionate, be more loving, more caring, to not use profanity, to not pollute the environment - these are things that I address in my photography. I — Jamel Shabazz

There's no getting away from yourself. Not even in Fillory. — Lev Grossman

Please don't worry about me. My suffering is over. In the wise words of Dylan Thomas ... After the first death, there is no other. — Colleen Hoover

Howard, instead of trying to explain the hermit's existence in terms of hearth fires and trappers' shacks, preferred the blank space the old man actually seemed to inhabit; he liked to think of some fold in the woods, some seam that only the hermit could sense and slip into, where the ice and snow, where the frozen forest itself, would accept him and he would no longer need fire or wool blankets, but instead flourish wreathed in snow, spun in frost, with limbs like cold wood and blood like frigid sap. — Paul Harding

I wish you were safe at home, but I'm really glade you're here — Kiera Cass

Patience's own books were a far more eclectic and battered collection. There was a book on horseshoeing and smithing, with notes in Patience's hand about her own experiments. There were books on butterflies and birds and famous highwaymen and legends of sea monsters. There was an old vellum on the managing of pecksies and how to bind them so that they must do all your housework, and a set of little scrolls on distilling and flavoring spirits. There were three old tablets, much worn, on ways a woman might make herself fecund. But — Robin Hobb

Increasingly, Sawtooth's own memories are a loud bright muddle, like opening the door on a party full of strangers. He lies awake at night, limping down the long corridors of his memory, trying to find the girl's hands, ... — Karen Russell

Sometimes women just need to cry. — Colleen Hoover