It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

There is another alphabet Whispering from every leaf, Singing from every river, Shimmering from every sky.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Khird-Mandon Se Kya Puchon Ke Meri Ibtida Kya HaiKe Main Iss Fikar Mein Rehta Hun, Meri Intiha Kya HaiWhat should I ask the sages about my origin:I am always wanting to know my goal.

You like this darkness. You like learning me by feel.” Feeling very bold indeed, she nuzzled at him until she found his mouth with her own. “I like it too.

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

I believe that a lot of our striving after the symbols and levers of success is due to a basic insecurity, a need to prove ourselves. That done, grown up at last, we are free to stop pretending.

I argue that legal equality has failed resistance movements aimed at transforming material conditions of violence, and that trans activists should take a decidedly different approach.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

If the Iranians were to have a nuclear weapon they could proliferate.

That said, there are certainly still cooks out there who make fantastic historical cornbreads, though the old recipes have often been changed to include modern techniques and ingredients.

A square egg in a dish of lentils won't make a marrow bend with the wind, nor will it make rhubarb grow up the milkmaid's leg.

I have a crush on your mind, I fell for your personality and your looks are just a big bonus.