News is often dispersed as thoughtlessly and effectively as that pollen which the bees carry off (having no idea how powdery they… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little… — Desiderius Erasmus Copy Share Image
Renunciation made for the sake of service is an ineffable joy of which none can deprive anyone, because that nectar springs from… — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
Retaliation is counter-poison and poison breeds more poison. The nectar of Love alone can destroy the poison of hate. — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
The word is the Guru, The Guru is the Word, For all nectar is enshrined in the world Blessed is the word… — Guru Nanak Copy Share Image
The nectar of compassion is so wonderful. If you are committed to keeping it alive, then you are protected. What the other… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
Fear is not an emotion, it is a disease. It spreads from the leader to his followers and vice-versa. Nothing has killed… — Anand Neelakantan Copy Share Image
Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe,… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here,… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
“Eros had consumed a lot of her Nectar, she recalled with great satisfaction. And if Vicky was right, he would be coming… — Nicholas Chong Copy Share Image
Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There are only two states of consciousness that exist - the state of the ego and the state of love. The ego… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Caste is a state of mind. It is a disease of mind. The teachings of the Hindu religion are the root cause… — B. R. Ambedkar Copy Share Image
Let me just say that I am not often lonely in country places. In cities I am, like the writers of the… — Nuala O'Faolain Copy Share Image
Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go, They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Bland writing - timid, antiseptic, vanilla writing - is nearly as unhealthy as the brutal and dark. Instead of sipping, say, elixir,… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
On Saturday mornings I would walk to the Flavor Cup or Puerto Rico Importing coffee store to get my coffee. Often it… — Laurie Colwin Copy Share Image
Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room—a cry of boundless,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Grant that I have enough suffering that my heart really opens to the great compassion of this world, that I be given… — Jack Kornfield Copy Share Image
It should stimulate the mind as well as the appetite. The well made cocktail is one of the most gracious of drinks.… — David A. Embury Copy Share Image
Once you have tasted the nectar of Silence, then whether your eyes are open or closed does not matter. Once you have… — Vimala Thakar Copy Share Image
Shall this nectar Run useless, then, to waste? or ... these lips, That open like the morn, breathing perfumes, On such as… — Philip Massinger Copy Share Image
The difference between me and a butterfly is that the butterfly looks at a flower with no purpose in mind but to… — Densey Clyne Copy Share Image
“Typhon was amazed at the lengths to which she would go in order to please him. "What do you want me to… — Nicholas Chong Copy Share Image
This world is a bitter tree, it has only two sweet nectar like fruits - one is soft voice and the other… — Chanakya Copy Share Image
I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart. — Jon English Copy Share Image
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But… — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its… — Martial Copy Share Image
If we have not struggled/as hard as we can/at our strongest/how will we sense/the shape of our losses/or know what sustains/us longest… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
When we hear complaints of the wretchedness or vanity of human life, the proper answer to them would be that there is… — William Hazlitt Copy Share Image
