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Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.

Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, the days of love and leaves are done.
Lunch kills half of Paris, supper the other half.
Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime, and too sleepy to worry at night.
Mistakes are painful when they happen, but years later a collection of mistakes is what is called experience.
Words may show a man's wit but actions his meaning.
A well adjusted person is one who makes the same mistake twice without getting nervous.
In great attempts it is glorious even to fail.
Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something- and it is only such love that can know freedom.
There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.
No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.
This is the reason why mothers are more devoted to their children than fathers: it is that they suffer more in giving them birth and are more certain that they are their own.
All nature wears one universal grin.
If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Maybe I couldn't make it. Maybe I don't have a pretty smile, good teeth, nice tits, long legs, a cheeky ass, a sexy voice. Maybe I don't know how to handle men and increase my market value, so that the rewards due to the feminine will accrue to me. Then again, maybe I'm sick of the masquerade. I'm sick of pretending eternal youth. I'm sick of belying my own intelligence, my own will, my own sex. I'm sick of peering at the world through false eyelashes, so everything I see is mixed with a shadow of bought hairs; I'm sick of weighting my head with a dead mane, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, of wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I'm sick of the Powder Room. I'm sick of pretending that some fatuous male's self-important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention, I'm sick of going to films and plays when someone else wants to, and sick of having no opinions of my own about either. I'm sick of being a transvestite. I refuse to be a female impersonator. I am a woman, not a castrate.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.
Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
Some people are electrifying, they light up a room when they leave.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.
The teacher gives not of his wisdom, but rather of his faith and lovingness.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man --somewhere these, too, come together.
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.
I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.
I'll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open, and I'll do my looking back with my eyes closed.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Learn to get in touch with silence within yourself, and know that everything in this life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.
Dance like no one is watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like no one is listening, Live like it's heaven on earth.
Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.
Nine tenths of education is encouragement.
Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.
Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.
Dancing is a wonderful training for girls, it's the first way you learn to guess what a man is going to do before he does it.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.
We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

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