Yatan Hasta Quotes & Sayings

Action is the stream, and contemplation is the spring. — Thomas Merton

Being a dominatrix, sticking my foot up people's asses for money, necessitated that I divorce myself from any sort of objective perspective on what I was doing. In order to think about things as a writer you have to objectify your experience. I couldn't have been enacting that experience if I was objectifying it. — Melissa Febos

How do we submit? By not being radical enough. Or by not being thorough enough, which is the same thing.42 — Chris Hedges

One of the key pleasures of receiving a letter is the act of holding and entering the envelope - a sort of cross between Christmas and sex. — Nick Bantock

A lot of people think that there has to be extreme continuity in an album, but if you look at my background, it's variety! I want to see some variety in an artist, I want to be entertained, I want some depth. Show me some different styles! — Donny Osmond

A man who can seduce with a turn of phrase will not disappoint in the bedroom. — Adriana Trigiani

Collection is an addiction. — Judith Miller

It is only in the ideal or perfect state that the virtues of the good citizen and the good man are identical. — Seneca.

Having descended beneath it all, He is perfectly positioned to lift us. — Dallin H. Oaks

But nowadays my heart is empty and the boxwood has lost its magic scent; yes, absolutely and entirely. The creature that I was no longer exists. When I speak to her she does not understand me; I think of her, already, as of some one I have known but who no longer has any connection with myself.

This sort of death of part of oneself strikes terror into my heart.
Life presents itself to me as a progressive series of annihilations, until in time one arrives at the general destruction of all memory and the barren slumber of one's conscience. — Julien Green

Alone and lost, appeared this saint,

With pretty gray eyes, darkness can't taint.

He stole her from cold, from blustering storm,

Kind and gentle, he took her from harm.

Fearful of dark, he created her light,

A jar of gold, chasing demons of night.

Telling stories of love, he brought to her life,

A moment by his side: no pain, no strife.

He gifted her poems, a gesture on whim,

With every word read, she could see only him.

She counted the days until he returned home,

The boy with his light, the girl not alone.

Invisible to all, a shade wandering in dark,

He brought back her faith, with his pure kind heart.

- Elsie — Tillie Cole

It is more or less a given that nothing is less favorable to clairvoyance than the bright sun: physical light and mental light coexist on very poor terms. — Andre Breton