ANONYMOUS - â After a war, a hero is just a man with one leg.â
ANONYMOUS - âI like my new telephone, my computer work just fine, my calculator is perfect, but lord, I miss my mind.â
ANONYMOUS -âLove is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting ass look like a man and a notable.â
ANONYMOUS – âA person who aims at nothing is sure to hit it.â
ANONYMOUS -âPractice as if you are the worst, perform as if you are the best.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââ The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the strength within you that survives all the hurt.â          Â
ANONYMOUS - â True happiness comes from doing whatâs right not just doing what makes you feel good.â
ANONYMOUS ââ Ugadi and Gudi Parva are Hindu new year Celebrations that fall on the first day of the month of Chaitra according to the lunar calendar. It signals the end of the winter harvesting season and the start of the upcoming one. Thanksgiving to God is celebrated by rejoicing through dancing and singing on the occasion.â   Â
ANONYMOUS ââA clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.â       Â
ANONYMOUS ââA day will come when I pervade the world when my song of the dark night thrills the earth I will open like the white petal of the world lotus I will sing like the string of the world lyre I will fly like the flag on the top of the world.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââA hug is worth a thousand world. A friend is worth more.âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââA lot of what passes for depression these days is nothing more than a body saying that it needs work.â       Â
ANONYMOUS ââA man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââA mind once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimension.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââA vague sense of awareness,/trapped within thought./ Dark patterns churning, misting,/ a spiraling tale of truth./ Devils and demons lurking/…painting a false reality./ Feelings surface, unknown, unwanted…/ feelings felt, but not of my own.â
ANONYMOUS ââAbove all, be yourself Be but don’t just exist There’s more to life Than just being another Name on the list Be active, alive and Adventurous, boisterous, Brave and bold Confident, cool and Clear-headed, daring Determined and decisive Eager, earnest and Eloquent, free-thinking, Fresh and fun-loving, but, above all, Be you.â
ANONYMOUS ââAbove all, be yourself Be, but don’t just exist There’s more to life Than just being another Name on the list. Be active, alive and Adventurous, boisterous, Brave and bold Confident, cool and Clear-headed, daring, Determined and decisive Eager, earnest and Eloquent, free-thinking, Fresh and fun-loving, But, above all, BE YOU.â Â
ANONYMOUS ââAccept that some days youâre the pigeon, and some days you’re the statue.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââAll human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.â
ANONYMOUS ââAlthough they only give gold medals in the field of athletics, I encourage everyone to look into themselves and find their own personal dream, whatever that may be â sports, medicine, whatever. The same principles apply.â
ANONYMOUS ââAlways remember to/be happy because you never know who’s falling in love with your smile.â         Â
ANONYMOUS - âAnd the day come when the risk to remain a tight bud was more painful then the risk it took to blossom.â
ANONYMOUS ââArguments about Scripture achieve nothing but a stomach ache and a headache.â    Â
ANONYMOUS ââBe tolerant of the human race. Your whole family belongs to it- and some of yours spouseâs family does too.â
ANONYMOUS ââBeing happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââBelieve in yourself To the depth of your being Nourish the talents Your spirit is freeing Know in your heart When the going gets slow That your faith in yourself Will continue to grow Don’t forfeit ambition When others may doubt It’s your life to live You must live it throughout Learn from your errors Don’t dwell in the past Never withdraw From a world that is vast Believe in yourself Find the best that is you Let your spirit prevail Steer a course that is true.â   Â
ANONYMOUS ââChildren are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.â        Â
ANONYMOUS ââDo not throw in the towel; use it for wiping the sweat off your face.â
ANONYMOUS ââDonât learn safety rules simply by accident.â
ANONYMOUS ââEfforts may fail, but don’t fail to make efforts.â Â
ANONYMOUS ââEnjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.â Â
ANONYMOUS ââEveryone hears what you say, friends listen to what you say, and best friends listen to what you donât say.â
ANONYMOUS ââFreedom is something spiritual. Whoever has once had it, can never lose it.â
ANONYMOUS ââGod helps those who enable others to help themselves.â
ANONYMOUS ââGood friends are like stars. You don’t always see them, but you always know they are there.â   Â
ANONYMOUS ââHappiness is a choice that requires effort at times.â    Â
ANONYMOUS ââHappiness keeps you sweet, Trials keep you strong, Sorrow keeps you human, Failure keeps you humble, Success keeps you glowing, But only God keeps you going.â
ANONYMOUS ââHe could hear the crowds screaming “crucify” “crucify”… He could hear the hatred in their voices, these were his chosen people He was beaten, bleeding and weakened … his heart was broken, But still He walked. He could see the crowd as he came from the palace. He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear, But now they were contorted with rage and anger…his heart broke, But still He walked. When I forget how much My God loves me, I remember his walk. When I wonder if can be forgiven, I remember his walk. And to show him how much I love him, I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him, And I walk.â
ANONYMOUS ââHe was fired with enthusiasm because he wasn’t fired with enthusiasm.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââHe who marries for love without money has good nights and sorry days.â          Â
ANONYMOUS ââHe who wants a rose must respect the thorn.â      Â
ANONYMOUS ââHow beautiful the turning of the year A moment artificial yet profound: Point upon an arbitrary chart Passing like a breath upon the heart, Yearning with anticipation wound, New hope new harboured, in old-fashioned cheer. Even when the boundary line is clear, We recognise the oneness of the ground. Years, like circles, do not end or start Except we lay across their truth our art, Adjusting dates as they go round and round Revolving to a tune long sung and dear.â    Â
ANONYMOUS ââI believe in love at first sight. Because I loved my mother ever since I opened my eyes.â     Â
ANONYMOUS ââI must stand up in search of the truth, if I don’t I only roll with the flow of the lie and make it stronger.â     Â
ANONYMOUS ââIf a drop of water falls in a lake there is no identity. But if it falls on a leaf of lotus it shines like a pearl. So choose the best place where you can shine.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââIf at first you donât succeed, find out if there’s a prize for the loser.â           Â
ANONYMOUS ââIf God puts you to it, he sees you through it. Â
ANONYMOUS ââIn life, you must try and be the type of person that your dog thinks you are.â
ANONYMOUS ââIn the wind of January Down flits the snow, travelling from the frozen north As cold as it can blow.â
ANONYMOUS ââIn this world everything changes except good deeds and bad deeds; these follow you as the shadow follows the bodyâ
ANONYMOUS ââIntegrity is the foundation upon which all other values are built.â          Â
ANONYMOUS ââIt is impossible to fall out of love. Love is such a powerful emotion, that once it envelops you it does not depart. True love is eternal. If you think that you were once in love, but fell out of it, then it wasn’t love you were in. There are no ‘exit’ signs in love, there is only an ‘on’ ramp.â   Â
ANONYMOUS ââIt is neither wise nor brave to question God. It is the folly of a prideful heart.        Â
ANONYMOUS ââItâs not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it.â
ANONYMOUS ââIts better to be last in the traffic lane than first in the funeral procession.â          Â
ANONYMOUS ââKeep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows.â
ANONYMOUS ââKnowledge is learning something every day Wisdom is letting go of something every day.âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââKnowledge leads you to light, imagination lets you grow.âÂ
ANONYMOUS - âLove is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to.â
ANONYMOUS ââMan can live about 40 days without food, about three days without water, all-out eight minutes without air, but only for one second without hope.â
ANONYMOUS ââMore men are sorry for speaking, than keeping silence.â Â
ANONYMOUS ââMr Brown: At Diversity Today, we believe it’s very easy to be a hero. All you need are honesty, empathy, respect, and open-mindedness. Dwight: Ah, excuse me? I’m sorry, but that’s not all it takes to be a hero. Mr Brown: Great, well, what is a hero to you? Dwight: A hero kills people, people that wish him harm. A hero is part human and part supernatural. A hero is born out of a childhood trauma, or out of a disaster, that must be avenged. Mr Brown: Uh, you’re thinking of a superhero. Dwight: We all have a hero in our heart.â              Â
ANONYMOUS ââNever celebrate until you are really out of the woods. They might be behind the last tree.âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââNever deprive someone of hope. It may be all they have.â
ANONYMOUS ââNever regrate anything because at one time it was what you wanted.â   Â
ANONYMOUS ââNew years are a chance for a beginning Even when there hasn’t been an end. Wheels turn in an interminable bend, Yet, marked in one spot, seem to wobble spinning. Each year we hope to do a little better Although we know that really nothing’s changed. Reason thinks that everything’s arranged, So we must dream if we would fate unfetter.âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââOne of the reasons why people hold on to memories so tight is because memories are the only thing that don’t change when everyone else does.â    Â
ANONYMOUS ââOne thing you canât recycle is wasted time.â
ANONYMOUS ââOpinion polls measure the public’s satisfaction with its ignorance.â
ANONYMOUS ââFor every minute you are angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness.â    Â
ANONYMOUS ââPeople laugh at New Year resolutions. But we could all use 10 minutes in a chair followed by a humble prayer.â
ANONYMOUS ââPour men set out to look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first man went in winter, the second in spring, the third in summer, and the fourth during fall.â
ANONYMOUS ââRemember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.â        Â
ANONYMOUS ââResignation is the timid sigh of courage.â
ANONYMOUS ââResignee: “I quit because the boss used repulsive language.” Colleague: “What did . he say?” Resignee: “He said: ‘You’re fired!âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââShe said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.â Â
ANONYMOUS ââSister Elizabeth Kenny, the renowned Irish-Australian nurse, was once asked by a friend how she managed to stay constantly cheerful. Sister Kenny replied: “As a girl I would often lose my temper. But one day when I became angry with a friend over a trivial matter, my mother gave me sound advice that I remember always. She said that anyone who angers you conquers you.”
ANONYMOUS ââSometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to.â    Â
ANONYMOUS ââSometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of others’ joy.â         Â
ANONYMOUS ââSoul mates are people who bring out the best in you. They are not perfect but are always perfect for you.â
ANONYMOUS ââTeaching is the profession that teaches all other professions.â
ANONYMOUS ââTears can be more special than smiles. For smiles can be given to anyone, but tears are shed for people we love.â     Â
ANONYMOUS ââThe attention span of a compiler is only as long as its electrical cord.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââThe character of Hanuman teaches us of the unlimited power that lies unused within each one of us. Hanuman directed all his energies towards the worship of Lord Rama, and his undying devotion made him such that he became free from all physical fatigue. And Hanuman’s only desire was to go on serving Rama… and through Him, serve all.â
ANONYMOUS ââThe collapsing impulse, even though going to a state of no expression â nothingness, Atyantabhavaâ imparts its quality onto the gap. The gap is therefore the silent witness, which sees the previous impulse and the following impulse. It holds in silence the memory of both. The nature of the gap which holds the memory of both, the previous and the following impulses, is called Anyonyabhava. This is what maintains order in creation on the field of the unmanifest Atyantabhava. This is the secret of all transformations on the path of evolution.â     Â
ANONYMOUS ââThe difficult is done at once, the impossible takes a little longer.â Â
ANONYMOUS ââThe reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.â    Â
ANONYMOUS ââThe top of the hill is but the botton of another mountain.â      Â
ANONYMOUS ââThere are people who make things happen, those who watch what happens, and those who wonder what happened.â         Â
ANONYMOUS ââThis poem has nothing to do with floods. It is a commentary on the human potential for violence. Our display and love for it.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââThough no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new end.â
ANONYMOUS ââTo be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia – to mistake an ordinary young woman for a goddess.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââTo him that you tell your secret you resign your liberty.â Benjamin Franklin ââThree may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââToo many folks go through life running from something that isn’t after them.â
ANONYMOUS - âTrue happiness comes from doing whatâs right not just doing what makes you feel good.â
ANONYMOUS ââWe can not expect to people have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.â
ANONYMOUS ââWe meet to create memories, we part to preserve them.â
ANONYMOUS ââWhat constitutes national honour…? Is it about hoisting the national flag and singing the national anthem? Symbols are important as they serve as a visible reminder of who we are as a nation and what we represent… Of what use are symbols by themselves?â
ANONYMOUS ââWhat you are, never ends. What you have does.â      Â
ANONYMOUS ââWhen it hurts to look back, and you’re scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.â
ANONYMOUS ââWhen the pupil is ready, the teacher will appear.â         Â
ANONYMOUS ââWhen you lose your dreams, you die.âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââWhich else shall beautify a home/ But the flame of a lovely lamp/ which else shall adorn the mind/ But the Light of Wisdom deep.âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââWhoever gossips to you will gossip about you.âÂ
ANONYMOUS S ââWhy do the wicked always form groups, whereas the righteous do not? Because the wicked, walking in darkness, need company, but the righteous, who live in light, do not fear being alone.â       Â
ANONYMOUS ââYou havenât lost your smile at all, it’s right under your nose. You forget it was there.â  Â
ANONYMOUS ââYou know that you are in love when the hardest thing to do is say good-bye!âÂ
ANONYMOUS ââYou really shouldnât say âI love youâ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.â
ANONYMOUS ââYou win some, you lose some, but you always try again.â
ANONYMOUS ââYour bank balance can be full, Let your mind remain empty. Maintain accounts in balance sheets, not ever in your mind. Record nationality in your passport; Erase it from your thoughts. Mother and father in your genes is OK, Don’t carry them in your mind. Nations might have enemies, Mind should have none. Plan meticulously on paper, donât clutter your mind. Jeweler and title deeds are OK in the locker; donât let your mind get burdened with them. Put down names and surnames on forms, Obliterate them from the mind. Let dictionaries get filled with words and their meanings while your mind exults in emptiness.â
ANONYMOUS ââYour mind is the sole author of your destiny and your success.â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
ANONYMOUS-âHe who strikes terror into others is himself in continual fear.â
ANOUK AIMEE ââYou can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older.â Â
ANONYMOUS ââDon’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.â      Â
ANSEL ADAMS ââMyths and creeds are heroic struggles to comprehend the truth in the world.âÂ
ANSEL ADAMS ââNo man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, hut all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.âÂ
ANSEL ADAMS ââWhen words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with Silence.â  Â
ANTHEA PAUL ââCommitment is emotional intent backed up by action. Commitment isn’t something you pledge, it’s something you do.â Â
ANTHONY BURGESS ââWedged as we are between two eternities of idleness, there is no excuse for being idle now.â
ANTHONY DE MELLO ââI was a neurotic for years. Anxious, depressed, selfish. And everyone kept telling me to change. And I resented them, and agreed with them, and wanted to change, but simply couldn’t, no matter how I tried. What hurt the most was that, like the; others, my closest friend kept urging me to change. So I felt powerless and trapped. One day he said: “Don’t change. I love you as you are.” Those words were music to my ears: “Don’t change. Don’t change. Don’t change… I love you as you are.” I relaxed. I came alive. And, suddenly, I changed! Now I know that I couldn’t really change till I found someone to love me whether I changed or not. Is this how you love me, God?â
ANTHONY DE MELLO ââThere is only one cause of unhappiness: the false beliefs you have in your head, beliefs so widespread, so commonly held that it never occurs to you to question them.â         Â
ANTHONY DE MELLO ââWhat you are aware of you are in control of; what you are not aware of is in control of you.â           Â
ANTHONY EUWER ââNo matter how grouchy you’re feeling, You’ll find the smile more or less healing. It grows in a wreath All around the front teeth â Thus preserving the face from congealing.â    Â
ANTHONY J. D’ANGELO ââBecome a student of change. It is the only thing that will remain constant.â      Â
ANTHONY J. D’ANGELO ââListen to your intuition. It will tell you everything you need to know.â        Â
ANTHONY ROBBINS ââIn life you need either inspiration or desperation.â      Â
ANTHONY ROBBINS ââThe most powerful tool on the planet is the biocomputer between your ears. Your brain can make your life greater than any dream you’ve ever had… Knowledge is important, but it’s not enough. Plenty of people had the same information as a Steve Jobs or a Ted Turner. But the ones who tool action created fabulous success and changed the world.â
ANTOINE DE SAINT ââCharity never humiliated him who profited from it, nor ever bound him by the chains of gratitude, since it was not to. Him but God that the gift was made.â
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERV ââThe proof of the little prince existed is that he was charmed, he laughed, and he wanted a sleep. When you want a sleep, it is proof you exist.â
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY ââI know of but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.â           Â
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY ââLove does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.â Â
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY ââThere is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begin to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilisation that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.â         Â
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPIRY ââ”It’s a question of discipline”, the little prince told me later on. “When you’ve finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet”.â  Â
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPIRY ââA rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral… The theoretician believes in logic and believes that he despises dreams, intuition, and poetry He does not recognise that these, three fairies have only disguised themselves in order to dazzle him… He does not know that he owes his greatest discoveries to them.â
ANTOINE de St EXUPERY ââI fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.â
ANTON CHEKHOV ââWe shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.â   Â
ANTON CHEKOV ââEveryone has the same God; only people differ.â  Â
ANTON CHEKOV ââIf I had listened to the critics, Iâd have died drunk in the gutter.â
ANTON CHEKOV ââWe shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.â
ANTON CHEKOV- âWhen a woman isnât beautiful, people always says, you have lovely eyes. You have lovely hair.â
ANTON NEMILOV ââUp till now the concept of inequality between men and women has been so deeply rooted not only in the lesser educated people but also in the highly educated people as well as in women themselves, that if, on occasion, women are treated as having full equality with men, this is attributed to men’s weakness and impotency If we pursue the thoughts of any scientist, writer, student, businessman… we shall soon realise that he does lot in his heart of hearts regard woman as his equal. If we read any recent novel, however free a thinker the writer might be we shall certainly find something or other in it which will expose as superficial his concept of woman as equal to man.â Â
ANTON PAVLOVITCH TEHEKHOV ââLove, friendship, respect do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.âÂ
ANTONIN ARTAUD ââAll true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggars teeth.â       Â
ANTONIO MACHADO ââThat dialogue may happen, ask first, the listen.â
ANTONIO MENDEZ ââWell, the Pope is like any other person. He goes the same way as allot us… like my father, your father and everyone… that’s life.â   Â
ANTONIO PORCHIA ââAlmost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.â  Â
ANTONIO PORCHIA ââHe who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step.â     Â
ANTONIO PORCHIA ââI know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received.â Â
ANTONIO PORCHIA ââIf you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.â      Â
ANTONIO PORCHIA ââIn a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.â  Â
ANTONIO QRAMSCI ââI am a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will.â   Â
ANURADHA CHOUDHUR ââThe spark of life in individuals comes from the one and only flame, Brahman.â
APACHE PRAYER ââNow you will feel no rain, For each of you will be shelter to the other. Now you will feel no cold, For each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there is no more loneliness, For each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two bodies, But there is only one life before you. Go now to your dwelling place To enter into the days of; your togetherness And may your days be good and long upon the earth.â     Â
APARNA RAGHUNATH ââVasantha (Spring) is here and Nature’s rejoicing, For buds and blooms the time has come; For love and romance these are the days, For the young, light-hearted and gay; Throughout the year it’ll be remembered As the time when hearts start singing.â    Â
APJ ABDUL KALAM ââAs a young citizen of India, armed with technology, knowledge and love for my nation, I realise, small aim is a crime. I will work and sweat for a great vision, the vision of transforming India into a developed nation powered by economic strength with value system. I am one of the
APJ ABDUL KALAM ââDreams translate into thoughts and thoughts translate into action.â Â
APJ ABDUL KALAM ââI can accept a second term of presidency provided there is certainty about his ⦠I am willing to wait a few days more for this certainty.â  Â
APJ ABDUL KALAM ââI will not be presumptuous enough to say that my life can be a role model for anybody; but some poor child living in an obscure place in an underprivileged social setting may find a little solace in the way my destiny has been shaped. It could perhaps help such children liberate themselves from the bondage of their illusory backwardness and hopelessness?â (11th PRESIDENT OF INDIA) Â
APJ ABDUL KALAM-âOnly strength respect strength.â
APOLEON BONAPARTE ââGovernments keep their promises only when they are forced, or when it is to their advantage to do so.â
APOLLONIUS TYANAEUS ââIn India, I found a race of mortals living upon the Earth, but not adhering to it, inhabiting cities, but not being fixed to them, possessing everything, but possessed by nothing.â  Â
APULEIUS ââThe dream that comes in the day light are not to be trusted.â Â
APULEIUS ââThe soul is born in this world upon leaving the soul of the world (animal mundi) in which her existence precedes the one we all know. Thus, the gods
ARAB PROVERB ââSilence is medication for sorrow.â          Â
ARABIAN PROVERB ââHe who has health has hope, and he who has hope has everything.â
ARABIAN PROVERB ââHe who has health, has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.â        Â
ARABIAN PROVERB ââHe who knows not and knows not he knows not, he is a foolâshun him. He who knows not and knows he knows not, he is simpleâ teach him. He who knows and knows not he knows, he is asleep âawaken him. He who knows and knows that he knows, he is wise âfollows him.â             Â
ARABIAN PROVERB ââHe who knows not and knows not he knows not, he is a foolâshun him. He who knows not and knows he knows not, he is simpleâ teach him. He who knows and knows not he knows, he is asleep âawaken him. He who knows and knows that he knows, he is wise âfollows him.â
ARABIAN PROVERB ââHe who see the calamity of other people finds his own calamity light.â
ARABIAN PROVERB ââIf you have much, give of your wealth; if you have little, give of your heart.â        Â
ARABIAN PROVERB ââIt is not the road that wears you out â It is the grain of sand in your shoe.â
ARBUTHNOT JOHN ââYou may observe the force of numbers, which can be successfully applied, even to those things, which one would imagine are subject to no rules. There are very few things which we know, which are not capable of being reduced to a mathematical reasoning; and when they cannot it’s a sign our knowledge of them is very small and confused; and when a mathematical reasoning can be had it’s as great a folly to make use of any other, as to grope for a thing in the dark, when you have a candle standing by you.â           Â
ARCESILAUS- âWhere you find the laws most numerous there you will find also the greatest injustice.â
ARCHBISHOP DESMOND TUTU ââThere is no situation that is not transformable. There is no person who is hopeless. There is no set of circumstances that cannot be turned about by ordinary human, beings and their natural capacity for love: of the deepest sort.â  Â
ARCHBISHOP WILBERFORCE ââI plead for them (beasts and birds), that you will help to shield them, first, from the thoughtlessness of ignorance; secondly from the senseless cruelties of fashion; thirdly, from the barbarities of science.â Â
ARCHIBAID COX â âI CONFESS THAT I CANNOT UNDERSTAND HOW WE CAN PLOT, LIE, CHEAT AND COMMIT MURDER ABROAD AND REMAIN TRUSTWORTHY AND TRUSTED AT HOME.â
ARCHIBALD MCLEISH ââThere is only on thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience.â
ARCHIE GRIFFON ââIt’s not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.â
ARCHIE GRIFFON ââRestrain yourselves, give, and be compassionate.â
ARCHIMEDES- â Do not guess, when you can calculate. Do not calculate, when are true.â
ARCHIMEDES- âDo not guess, when you can calculate. Do not calculate, when you can measure.â
ARCHIMEDES ââGive me a lever long enough and a prop strong enough, I can single-handed move the world.â  Â
are true.â
ARIANNA RANOCCHI ââWith Mother Teresa and Gandhi, he was one of the most positive people of the last century He taught Christian values by example. He spoke directly to young people. He brought a whole generation closer to the Church.â    Â
ARIANNE MOORE ââThe deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.â  Â
ARISTOPHANES ââQuickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.â      Â
ARISTOTLE ââA great city is not to be confounded with a populous one.â        Â
ARISTOTLE ââAll human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion and desire.â         Â
ARISTOTLE ââAnybody can become angry- that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right purpose, and in the right way- that is not within everyoneâs power and is not easy.â
ARISTOTLE ââDemocracy arose from men’s thinking that if they are equal in any respect, they are equal absolutely.â   Â
ARISTOTLE ââExcellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence; rather, we have those because we have acted rightly; we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.â
ARISTOTLE ââFor as the interposition of a rivulet, however small, will occasion the line of the phalanx to fluctuate, so any trifling disagreement will be the cause of seditions; but they will not so soon flow from anything else as from the disagreement between virtue and vice, and next to that between poverty and riches.â
ARISTOTLE ââHappiness depends upon ourselves.
ARISTOTLE ââI count him braver who overcomes his desires than one who conquers his enemies, for the hardest victory is over self.â      Â
ARISTOTLE ââIt is not always the same thing to be good man and a good citizen,â
ARISTOTLE ââIt seems that ambitions makes most people wise to be loved rather than to love others.â      Â
ARISTOTLE – âJustice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.â
ARISTOTLE ââLaw is mind without reason.â
ARISTOTLE ââLove is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.â  Â
ARISTOTLE ââLove is true when it comes from the heart, not from the mouth.â
ARISTOTLE ââThe aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.â Â
ARISTOTLE ââThe beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper.â
ARISTOTLE ââThe body attains perfection at age thirty five; the soul at fifty.â  Â
ARISTOTLE ââThe energy of the mind is the essence of life.â            Â
ARISTOTLE ââThe family is the association established by nature/or the supply of man’s everyday wants.â      Â
ARISTOTLE ââThe roots of education are bitter but the fruit is sweet.â
ARISTOTLE – âTherefore, the good of man must be the end of science of politics.â
ARISTOTLE ââVirtue is more clearly shown in the performance of fine actions than in the non-performance of base ones.â  Â
ARISTOTLE ââWe are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.â       Â
ARISTOTLE ââWe are what we repeatedly do… Men acquire a particular quality by constantly acting a particular way â you become just by performing just actions, temperate by performing temperate actions, brave by performing brave actions.â Â
ARISTOTLE ââWe make war that we may live in peace.â
ARISTOTLE âWhat is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.â
ARISTOTLE ââWhatever we learn to do, we learn by actually doing it: men come to be builders, for instance, by building, and harp players by playing the harp. In the same way, by doing just acts we come to be just; by doing self controlled acts, we come to be self-controlled, and by doing brave acts, we come to be brave.â    Â
ARISTOTLE E- âWhen water chokes you, what are you to drink to wash it down.â
ARJUNA SAID ââBut, 0 Descendant of Vrishni (Krishna) impelled by what power does a man commit sin even against his wish, constrained, as it  were, by force?â The Blessed Lord said.
ARMAN De CAILLVET ââDemocracy is the name we give the people whenever we need them.â
ARMAND HAMMER ââJust think of something that everyone agrees would be “wonderful” if it were only “possible.” Then set out to make it possible.â Â
ARMENIAN PROVERB ââIt is not he who has lived the longest, but he who has traveled the farthest, who knows the most.â  Â
ARNOLD ââIt’s OK that you made different religions but don’t you get mixed up sometimes?â
ARNOLD BENNETT ââIt is easier to go downhill than up, but the view is from the top.â   Â
ARNOLD GLASGOW ââLaughter is a tranqwilliser with no side effects.â
ARNOLD GLASGOW ââOne of the tests of leadership is the ability to recognise a problem before it becomes an emergency.â Â
ARNOLD GLASOW ââA true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down.â
ARNOLD GLASOW ââAn idea not coupled with action will never get any bigger than the brain cell it occupied.â         Â
ARNOLD GLASOW ââThe key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the eggânot by smashing it.â Â
ARNOLD H GLASGOW ââThe key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it.        Â
ARNOLD J TOYNBEE ââThe human race’s prospects of survival were considerably better when we were defenseless against tigers than they are today when we have become defenseless against ourselves.â
ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER ââStrength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.â Â
ARNOLD TOYNBEE ââCompassion is the desire that moves the individual self to widen the scope of its self-concern to embrace the whole of the universal self.â   Â
ARNOLD TOYNBEE ââThe supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.â    Â
ARNOLD TOYNBEE ââTheology, not religion, is the antithesis to science.âÂ
ART BUCHWALD- âFriend, whether itâs the best of times or the worst of times, itâs the only time weâve got.â
ART CLANIN ââPain and suffering is inevitable, being miserable is optional.â Â
ART HOPPE ââOnly young people need new friends.â  Â
ART SPANDER ââThe great thing about democracy is that it gives every voter a chance to do something stupid.â      Â
ARTHUR BLOCH ââA conclusion is the place where you got tried of thinking.â    Â
ARTHUR C BENSON ââAs I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.â  Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââ” Eye of the Storm Human judges can show mercy. But against the laws of nature, there is no appeal.â         Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââA faith cannot survive collision with the truth is nor worth many regrets.â      Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââAny sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.â   Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââIt is vital to remember that information â in the sense of raw data â is not knowledge; that knowledge is not wisdom; and that wisdom is not foresight. But information is the first essential step to all of these.â      Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââThe best measure of a man’s honesty isn’t his income tax return. It’s the zero adjust on his bathroom scale.â      Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââThere is no way back into the past; the choice, as Wells once said, is the universe â or nothing… The challenge of the great spaces between the worlds is a stupendous one; but if we fail to meet it, the story of our race will be drawing to its close.â  Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE – âAny sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable for magic.â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââIn an elderly but distinguished scientist says that something is possible, he is almost certainly right, but if he says that it is possible, he is very probably wrong.â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââThere is hopeful symbolism in the fact that flags do not wave in a vacuum.â Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE -âAny sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable for magic.â
ARTHUR C CLARKE ââIt may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him.â   Â
ARTHUR C CLARKE – âThe only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.â
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLA ââMediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognises genius.â
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, SR ââWhere there is no imagination there is no horror.â  Â
ARTHUR FREEMAN ââLook at that word blame. It’s just a coincidence that the last two letters spell the word me. But that coincidence is worth thinking about. Other people or unfortunate circumstances may have caused you to feel pain, but only you control whether you allow that pain to go on. If you want those feelings to go away you have to say: ‘Its up to meâ.â  Â
ARTHUR GODFREY ââI’m proud of paying taxes. The only thing is– I could be just as proud for half the money.â        Â
ARTHUR GUITERMAN ââSo once in every year we throng/ Upon a day apart,/ To praise the Lord with feast and song/ In thankfulness of heart.â   Â
ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ââ As I sat at the Cafe I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf, They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking, But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money!â      Â
ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH- âGrace is given of God, but knowledge is born in the market.â
ARTHUR J GOLDBERG ââPower not ruled by law is a menace which our nuclear age cannot afford.â Â
ARTHUR KOESTLER – âGod seems to have left the receiver off the hook and time is running out.â
ARTHUR KOESTLER ââStifling Creativity Habit is the denial of creativity and the negation of freedom; a self-imposed straitjacket of which the wearer is unaware.â
ARTHUR KOESTLER ââThe definition of the individual: a multitude of one million divided by one million.â
ARTHUR KOESTLER- âThe evils of mankind are caused by the individualâs self-transcending identification with group whose common denominator is low intelligence and high emotionality.â
ARTHUR MILLER- âAn era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted.â
ARTHUR MILLER ââMaybe all one can do is hope to end with the right regrets.â
ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER ââCompassion is the basis of all morality.â   Â
ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER ââHatred comes from the heart; contempt from the head; and neither feeling is quite within our control.â   Â
ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER- âMoney is human happiness in the absreact: he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete, devotes his heart entirely to money.â
ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER ââWealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.â Â
ARTHUR STRINGER ââGenius seems to be the faculty of having faith in everything, especially oneself.â  Â
ARTHUR TRUDEAU ââCharacter is the total of thousands of small daily strivings to live up to the best that is in us. Character is the final decision to reject whatever is demeaning to oneself or to others and with confidence and honesty to choose the right.â
ARTHUR WALEY- â What is hard today is to censor oneâs own thoughts.â
ARTHUR WINGH PINERO- âThose who love deeply never grow old. They may die of old age, but they die young.â
ARUNA JETHWANI ââThere is but one mind â the Universal Mind. We are unhappy because we wander. We wander because we are not in harmony with the Universal Mind. To be in harmony with the Universal Mind, let us seek the fellowship with the pure; spend sometime in silence everyday; and help as many as we can to lift the load on the rough road of life.â Â
ARYABHATTââThe coiled kundalini is the female energy existing in the latent form. Not only in every human being but in every atom of the universe. It may frequently happen that an individual’s kundalini energy lies dormant throughout his or her entire lifetime and he or she is unaware of its existence. The object of the tantric practice of kundalini-yoga is to awaken this cosmic energy and cause it to unite with Shiva, the Pure Consciousness pervading the whole universe.âÂ
ASA GRAY ââFaith in order whicli is the basis of science, cannot reasonably be separated from faith in an ordainer, which is the basis of religion.â
ASARAMJI BAPU ââDesires in the mind cause fear. A politician fears losing his seat, a strong person fears losing his strength, a wealthy man fears losing his wealth. The root cause of fear is that instead of loving God, they love their possessions and are dependent on them. That is why they suffer from sorrows, tensions, jealousies and rivalries.â Â
ASHANTI VERSE ââThe stream crosses the path, the path crosses the stream: Which of them is the elder? Did we not cut the path to go and meet this stream? The stream had its origin long, long ago, It had its origin in the Creator. He created things pure, pure, tano.â  Â
ASHLEIGH ââThe best reason for having dreams is that in dreams no reasons are necessary.â   Â
ASHLEIGH BRILLIANT ââ If you can’t go around it, over it, or through it, you had better negotiate with it.â    Â
ASHLEIGH BRILLIANT ââSometimes the most urgent thing you can possibly do is take complete rest.â          Â
ASHLEY MONTAQUE ââScience has proof without any certainty. Creationists have certainty without any proof.â       Â
ASSYRIAN CLAY TABLET ââOur earth is degenerate in these latter days; bribery and corruption are common; children no longer obey their parents; and the end of the world is evidently approaching.â   Â
ASTRID ALAUDA ââAfter a girl is grown, her little brothers â now her protectors â seem like big brothers.â  Â
ASTRONAUT ELLISON ONIZUKA ââEvery generation has the obligation to free men’s minds for a look at new worlds, to look out from a higher plateau than the last generation. Your vision is not limited by what your eye can see, but by what your mind can imagine… Make your life count and the world will be a better place because you tried.â                                          Â
Please comment on my 2nd fantasy story?
March 6th, 2010Lilka ran.
Birds cried.
Some ways ahead, she glimpsed a wooly gray cloak swish out of sight beyond a hill…Stanislaw. Her dark eyes widened in recognition.
“Stanislaw!” she chirruped. “Wait for me, my lamb! My wizard!”
The wind kissed her bonny face, tangled her skirts. She cried out in laughter and swept her arms about like pinwheels. Glitter shot from her fingertips, dusting the sky in cottony pink. Her heart drummed fast and sharp. Despite, her heart was light with an unexpected joy.
Springtime rushed past in its vivid blur. The sun bathed her face in heat, made her inky locks shine rosily. Daffodils and poppies carpeted the grass under her bare feet. She danced among them like a flower herself, all springy and glowing. Shade from the surrounding maple trees dappled everything spotty. Magenta Prairie was stunning.
She flew down the hillock, chasing that silver cloak. But alas! Stanislaw was not to be found. Where was he? She pondered it for a second. He had to be close by, perhaps behind a tree. Or mayhap he had magicked himself invisible! She sprinted faster in fervent pursuit, so fast that the world disappeared. Pale sapphire was the sky. Red and yellow specks blistered under her eager feet.
“Lilka!” It was his voice!
“Are you there?”
Lilka came to a jittery stop, dizzy. Her legs felt like jelly. Sweat dampened her neck. One thing she knew for certain: she had run forever. Forever constituted…eighteen long and desolate years? Yes, she was eighteen. How had time slid past her so slyly? Ten years ago seemed nonexistent, even five…thirteen was none so complicated as eighteen, especially for a woman. Then the world lurched, rotated…looked gauzelike….
“I’m right here! Open your eyes, fool-lady!” It was her sweetheart again, talking to her from nowhere.
“Where are you?” she yelled breathlessly, getting more frustrated by the second.
But there was no time to be angry. The world was spinning too fast, spiraling into nothingness. Her heart had stopped beating so fiercely. In fact, now it hardly beat at all. She felt made of wood. Each eyelid weighed millions. She couldn’t lift them, couldn’t lift this nightmarish daze. Fear and trepidation goggled through her veins, gripped her with their vise-like hands.
Then, suddenly, the soles of her feet collided into something waxy and velvety. Had she been flying? She certainly hadn’t felt anything solid under her feet since everything sped up so wild.
Lilka gazed. Far and wide, a sea of blooms scoured the land: ruby-petaled poppy bulbs and sunny, bold daffodils. They shimmered beautifully. Next, her head dropped and she gazed no more. Black hair pushed itself around her face. It had lost its auburn sheen.
In truth, the entire of Magenta Prairie had lost its luster. Clusters of maple trees, once so green and verdant, faded to a chalky stain. Pastel powder piled up on the brittle branches. The perfectly blue sky fell away to rows of milky haze. This fog dispersed itself doggedly, fluttering like a disease, infectious among the lovely blossoms. Lilka could no longer see the cheerful red and yellow heads. She no longer heard the shrieks of birdsong; no longer saw the glorious golden sun. It nearly broke her heart, seeing the fairytale land crumble.
In all this uproar of nature, she had squeezed her eyes shut. Cool scuttled across her face, danced upon her eyelashes and froze them. The temperature dropped severely. White flakes wheeled from the heavens, zigzagging in the still air.
“No, my fairy story…you don’t exist, don’t survive,” she told herself, with eyes still screwed shut. “Nothing’s here, I’m not really here either.”
Even life, capricious though it was, couldn’t play such an imaginary trick as this.
Lilka opened her frozen eyes. Her bare feet were dusted in a fine layer of snow. Yet they were not cold, not even wet.
“Lilka, what’s the matter…?” a blurry voice cried out, shocking in its concern. It whispered, “Awaken.”
Then she closed her eyes again. A shiver raced up her body.
The voice said, “Snow is harmless for the most part, anyways.”
***
When Lilka did at last awaken, it was to the horrid sound of scraping. Digging…the iron clunk of a shovel.
“What’s going on?” she said, her words jumbled like potpourri.
She was cold, freezing cold. Goosebumps pricked their way up her arms and legs. All around was the blinding white glow of snow. Above stretched a black cobweb of tree branches. They were blanketed in sleeves of snow. For a confused second, she wondered if she was still dreaming.
“No, I’m awake,” she told herself resolutely.
“Ah yes, you are,” a voice said.
Lilka pushed herself up on her elbows. She wore a snowy white robe. The sleeves were lace-edged and billowy. Gently, she brushed her fingers across the fabric. It was dry…dry and stiff. However, underneath, she wore a thick black gown. Its woolen material had soaked up much of the melting snow, and thus was slightly damp.
“Who s-said that?” she swept h
“Who s-said that?” she swept her frost-dusted hair off her shoulders and gazed about for who had spoken. When she didn’t see him immediately, she whispered, “Stanislaw?”
“Miss, I’m not Stanislaw and I’ve no idea what’s going on,” he spoke again.
Still he remained invisible.
Now a little bothered by this whole act, she scrambled to her feet and flapped her robe and gown to rid them of powder. “Show yourself! I know you’re there…this is no dream!”
To her great surprise, a man stepped from behind a knotted bush….
Lilka nearly jumped from her skin and bones. It was awful. It was awful the way he looked at her, the way his cold eyes drilled into hers, awful the way he sauntered towards her catlike. Long black hair fell over his face to shroud his eyes silent. However, the way he walked was still horrid. It was slow and menacing, predatory and stalking.
“What do you want, M-mister?” she cried. “I beg of you, don’t hurt me!”
“Aye, don’ hur’ the girl, Atanazy…” A woman’s voice this time
“Aye, don’ hur’ the girl, Atanazy…” A woman’s voice this time…
Lilka leapt into the air in a strange, wild fright. She nearly stumbled and her eyes kept darting about madly. This was a nightmare…she must still be asleep. After all, was she being cornered? Did this sinister man before her have companions just as wicked?
“Y-yes,” she stammered in a soft voice, “I’m a-asleep, it’s only a nightmare, only a….”
Then everything happened so unbelievably fast that Lilka could hardly keep up with it all. The dark-haired one, with a twisted smile afflicting his face, kept sauntering towards her. His fleecy black boots cut deep circles in the frost. The velvet cloak he wore—it was pine green, not gray—slipped across the snow, bobbing behind him.
But that was not the fast part….
Someone burst from a snow pile in an explosion of white powder. With skinny, gloved fingers outstretched and blonde hair unruly, she rushed at the man like a killer.
“You better stop!” she screamed. “You demon!”
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With that, she leapt on top of him and pulled them both to the ground. Buried deep in the snow, Lilka had a hard time seeing anything. She was nearly frozen with shock. What on earth was going on?
Snow and fleece and dark hair flew like fabric in a sewing mill. Lilka saw only seconds of the fury: the blonde lady’s face, marred by her seething expression…the man’s scowl, sharp white teeth and red mouth…torn emerald velvet….
The blonde lady, noticeably exasperated, stopped suddenly. Pinned helplessly into the drifts of snow, the man had not a chance. She had a gloved hand pressed around his forearm, the other clapped over his mouth, and her knees on top of his thighs. A fiendish grin slit her face and she pulled something glittery from a pocket. Lilka strained to see, for she had taken several steps backward in alarm. Was that a knife? Whatever the object was, the man clearly grew very frightened. His distressed mumbles and violent movements choked up Lilka’s senses. She bit her lip in
She bit her lip in sorrow, torn between two sides. Dark tears welled in her big eyes.
Gripping it tight, the lady drew back the shiny thing and, with a terrible slowness, plunged it forward. Lilka pinched her eyes together and wrung her hands, hopping in circles and feeling sick.
“Aha! Victory for me!” came the woman’s shrill cry. “You girl! Come here and see! Come to reap the wonders of a victory well met!”
But Lilka had started to cry. She submerged her face in the dry white lace of her robe. She stared into the soft darkness. Hot tears surged in her eyes. They met her tongue and tasted salty. Her face felt tense, her emotions prickly.
“Why?” she sobbed thickly. “Why? Why?”
Quiet, tentative footsteps penetrated her lacy shelter. Lilka smelled something metallic…and beyond that, something mild and sweet. However, she only wept harder. She wept loudly and recklessly.
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