17 quotes found
“and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.”
“It's courage, not luck, that takes us through to the end of the road.”
“Happiness can be as elusive as a small fish darting away in a mountain stream.”
“For nature does things in good order: And birds and butterflies recognizeNo man-made border”
“To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the beast”
“...for everytime I see the sky I'm aware of belonging to the universe than to just one corner of the earth.”
“Hapiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it. If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly. Savour those moments, for they will not come in...”
“The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully across the worn old stones. The wind, like a hundred violins, plays perpetuall...”
“The rain swirls over the trees and roofs of the town, and the parched earth soaks it up, exuding a fragrance that comes only once in a year, the fragrance of quenched earth, the most exhilarating o...”
“And when the rains were over and it was October and the birds were in song again, I could lie in the sun on sweet-smelling grass and gaze up through a pattern of oak leaves into a blind-blue heaven...”
“love is undying,of that I feel certain.I mean deep,abiding,cherishing love.The love that gives protection even as you,my guardian angel,gave me protection long after you had gone-and continue to gi...”
“People often ask me why my style is so simple. It is, in fact, deceptively simple, for no two sentences are alike. It is clarity that I am striving to attain, not simplicity.Of course, some people ...”
“As a boy, reading was my religion. It helped me to discover my soul. Later, writing helped me to record its journey.”
“I don't want to rot like mangoes at the end of the season, or burnout like the sun at the and of the day. I cannot live like the gardener, the cook and water-carrier, doing the same task everyday o...”
“Everyone says shes mad.How do they know? I asked.Because shes different from other people, I suppose.Is that being mad?No. Not really, I suppose madness is not seeing things as others see them.”
“But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the prot...”
“Everyone says she’s mad.’‘How do they know?’ I asked.‘Because she’s different from other people, I suppose.’‘Is that being mad?’‘No. Not really, I suppose madness is not seeing things as others see...”
