Zelimkhan Bakayev Quotes & Sayings

A film has to be like a stone in the shoe. — Lars Von Trier

- "What is reality?"
- "One of the many possible illusions. — Robert Sheckley

It is never cruel to want to save yourself from being swamped by fools. — Bryant McGill

The universe, she sees, exists as it does to not simply humble, but abuse, denigrate, and humiliate the minds it was so expertly commissioned to birth. This is malevolence on an unfathomable scale, expressed through immeasurable waste stretched out between distances and times that cannot be understood. It is cruel, but not hateful, depraved, but not vengeful. This is considered pain, carefully presented in careless proportions to blister and disgrace anyone - or anything - that might momentarily dare to ever privately contemplate it is in control. — John Zande

Where the rivers meet
you tell me of your black dreams.
Your memories make me uneasy.
But I listen because I know
my listening, like all other listening
allows you to heal. — Holly Lynn Payne

After you eat a Hot Pocket, Everything will taste like rubber for a month! — Jim Gaffigan

The one with karma is known as mortal (jiva) and the one without karma is known as Soul (Self; immortal). — Dada Bhagwan

Every morning, look in the mirror.
You are beautiful and wonderful. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Tribulations cannot cease until God either sees us remade or sees that our remaking is now hopeless. — C.S. Lewis

I felt as if we were fighting something worse than Anne, some demon that possessed her, that possessed all of us Boleyns: ambition - the devil that had brought us to this little room and brought my sister to this insane distress and us to this savage battle. — Philippa Gregory

The art of war is the art of deception. — Sun Tzu

A leader is often judged by how well he bears responsibility. As king, everything that happens in your kingdom - regardless of who commits the act -is your fault. — Brandon Sanderson

Well, good night," he said cheerfully. "Thanks for dinner."
"Oh. Right." I took a half step back toward the house. "You're welcome."
"Ella."
"Yeah?"
"You've gotta be kidding."
PECo hadn't some yet, so it was pretty dark where we were standing. I don't know how his hand found mine so fast, but one second I was thinking about how much I didn't want to say good night, and the next I was up against his chest, standing on my toes with my feet between his.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his breath chocolaty and warm against my forehead.
"Yeah," I answered, my own breath coming in quick little jumps. "Yeah."
"Good.I have something I have to tell you."
I waited.
"I hate that Klimt painting," he said. "I really hate it."
Then he was folding me into his coat and his face was right above mine, and there was only one kiss that mattered. — Melissa Jensen

The room was much as he had left it, festeringly untidy, though the effect was muted a little by a thick layer of dust. Half-read books and magazines nestled among piles of half-used towels. Half-pairs of socks reclined in half-drunk cups of coffee. What once had been a half-eaten sandwich had now half-turned into something that Arthur didn't entirely want to know about. Bung a fork of lightning through this lot, he thought to himself, and you'd start the evolution of life off all over again. — Douglas Adams