“What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent. The… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Why is wisdom so fair? Why is beauty so wise? Because all else is temporary, while beauty and wisdom are the only real and… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
“The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland. The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
“Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
It does not take a great supernatural heroine or magical hero to save the world.We all save it every day, and we all destroy… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
Here's a new 'Blessing' for our time -- 'May Anderson Cooper never be sent to report on your town! — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
When you wake up from a dream you have only a few precious moments before the details of the dream begin to dissipate and… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
“It's a fact— everyone is ignorant in some way or another. Ignorance is our deepest secret. And it is one of the scariest things… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first,… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
“Meditation is a mysterious method of self-restoration. It involves “shutting” out the outside world, and by that means sensing the universal “presence” which is,… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
Unlike a fountain that circulates the same water in an enclosed, perpetually recycling system, a human being circulates thoughts in an unlimited reservoir of… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
I've always been creative verbally, had a flair, my teachers said - wrote great expository essays in elementary school, scribbled little poems, embraced all… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.If you watch… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there. When you reach deep into yourself, it is the… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share
