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I don't have a choice sahib. Artho hi kanya parakeeya eva father used to say" "What does it mean?" "It means a girl is another man's property and she is held in trust by her parents.

I don't understand," Belle cried. "I gave you gold. You only gave me grief.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then DO NOT be afraid to LEAVE someone who is messing with YOUR MOOD in a detrimental way.

I fell in love, and she fanned my flames. They spread to soon, Quickly and uncontrollably. I had finally found the one willing to catch fire, side by side, while the world watched us burn.

If he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.

If I stood you in front of a man, pressed the cold metal of a gun into your palm and told you to squeeze the trigger, would you do it?' 'No, sir.' 'Are you sure?' 'Of course, sir. No ways!' 'What if I then told you we'd gone back in time and his name was Adolf Hitler? Would you do it then? Would you?

If Lord Duryodhana was an evil man, why did great men like Bhishma, Drona, Kripa, Karna, entire army of Krishna fight war on his side??

If people can't stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

If perception is limited by experience, knowledge, and/or education, what deems my actions “correct” or my thoughts as moral?

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If perception is limited by experience and knowledge, what deems my actions “correct” or my thoughts as moral?

If the food that one ate the night before were somehow able to be seen and identified through one’s clothes throughout the day, millions of employees would each fast ten or so days before their payday.

If there so many hurdles in your life to achieve something, you have to believe God firmly. Because He is creating a wonderful story to inspire people through you, that couldn't be done with a single stroke of success.

If they'd given her a proper time machine, she probably would have used it to cuddle with him. Let somebody else kill Hitler.

If life and youth were not immune to the corrosive effects of time, why should love be any different?

If we were not impressed by job titles, suits, and jargon, we would demand that financial advisors show us their personal bank statements before they tell us what we could or should do with our own money.

If you close your eyes, you get to control your own darkness.

If you have to think about relaxing, are you really relaxing?

If you love someone, you don't act like they annoy you. You like them, and you try and make them think they're the most important person in the world to you.

If you're as good as your word, words should be good enough.

If blue helmeted UN peacekeepers show up in your town or village and offer to protect you, run.

I had always been an atheist until I met Lenny. He was too wonderously complex and good for there to be no benevolent and intelligent force behind our marvelous cosmos. Lenny gave me the actual proof my fiercely skeptical mind had always demanded. Not some logical, 37-step proof of God's existence. It was a personal proof. And it was irrefutable.

I have been quiet today because fear in my heart has been fighting with frustration in my brain, leaving little energy for my mouth.

I have happened in so many places, to so many people - the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments

I have lost patience with the idea of an insignificant human being standing up above the rest of us--whether he is called Reverend or Doctor or Judge--and shouting at us all about this thing or that. As soon as someone starts to pontificate in this way, I am apt to cut him off or leave the room, or, if this can't be done gracefully, I simply arrange that sweet vapid smile on my face that was so useful during the trial but that so infuriates Dr. Cole. After all, I have already taken the measure of my own insignificance, and I survived.

If we are interested in a writing life - as opposed to a writing career - then we are in it for the process and not the product - for the body of work and not for the quick hit of one well-realised piece.

I have mo prejudice against the Southern people... They are just what we would ben in their situation. If slavery did not now exits amongst them, they wld not inrtoduce it. If it did now exist amongst us, we should not instantly give it up... I surely will not blame them for not doing what I should not know how to do myself. (p52)

If you were a brand, would you buy yourself or keep shopping?

I like anything that is thought provoking and elevates one's consciousness to the highest and out of it's safety net, making one breathe aspiration.

I hope reading my vulnerable thoughts will help you move forward with your journey. A new start. My darling, just let it go.

I'm avoiding tomorrow, by spending more time in today.

I'm fighting alone, every day. I fight with the hell that I survived. I fight with the fact of my own humanity. I fight with the idea that death is the only way of escaping this fact.

In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting or a piece of sculpture—it won’t accrue value as time goes on. Time is its enemy’ time passing is merely the countdown for the parting between garden and gardener.

I never deliberately learned to read, but somehow I had been wallowing illicitly in the daily papers. In the long hours of church--was it then I learned? I could not remember not being able to read hymns. Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces. I could not remember when the lines above Atticus's moving finger separated into words. But I had stared at them all the evenings in my memory, listening to the news of the day, Bills to Be Enacted into Laws, the diaries of Lorenzo Dow--anything Atticus happened to be reading when I crawled into his lap every night. Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

I missed the future.

In order for one to be converted to the 'dark' side he/she must have a complete understanding of the 'light' side With it's understanding we all would want to defy, overpower, or destroy what it is capable of.

In order for one to be converted to the 'dark' side he/she must have a complete understanding of the 'light' side. With it's understanding we would all want to defy, overpower, or destroy what it is capable of.

Into a land of fantasy With haste we cast them all aside No tearing if you cannot see That is what we all make-believe

In our weeks of talk, movies and friendship, I watched as Wilma turned a medical ordeal into one more event in her life, but not its definition. I believe she was teaching me an intimate form of The Way. In her words: "Every day is a good day - because we are part of everything alive.

In reality most human beings are not, to most human beings, more important than money.

In some cases, you can tell how somebody is being treated by their own boss from the way they are treating someone to whom they are a boss.

In the end, after kingdoms and armies had fallen, the religions were still fighting, weren't they?

I remember stories. I connect the dots and then out of that comes a story. And the dots that don't fit into the story just slide away, maybe. Like when you spot a constellation. You look up and you don't want to see all the stars. All the stars just look like the big...mess that they are. But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.

I often ponder....Isn't 'Light, Grey & Dark' similar to 'I, Me & Myself' ?

Is a dream the ultimate freedom, or the ultimate prison?

Is it better to have something perfect that doesn't fit or something imperfect that fits?

I have watched the tears of frustration of a stroke victim or the autistic child who struggles to communicate a need or thought, but no one understands. Eventually, the soul grows quiet and gives up. At every stage of life, and in every circumstance, we search for someone who understands what we are going through.

Is the deer crossing the road, or is the road crossing the forest?

Is religion defending our physical integrity or is it just opposed to fashion?

It goes without saying that even those of us who are going to hell will get eternal life—if that territory really exists outside religious books and the minds of believers, that is. Having said that, given the choice, instead of being grilled until hell freezes over, the average sane human being would, needless to say, rather spend forever idling in an extremely fertile garden, next to a lamb or a chicken or a parrot, which they do not secretly want to eat, and a lion or a tiger or a crocodile, which does not secretly want to eat them.