Paheli Quotes

Ükski kunstnik pole iial paheline. Kunstnik võib väljendada kõike. Mõte ja keel on kunstniku käes tema kunsti tööriistad. Pahe ja voorus on kunstniku käes tema kunsti materjal.

Jo Rehte thae saso mei wo Silsile Bangaye Dil ki Galiyo mei Paheli Bangaye

«Mina arvan,» teatas Mary, kes oma mõtteid alati väga tuumakateks pidas, «et uhkus on üldse laialt levinud pahe. Kõige selle põhjal, mis ma iganes olen lugenud, usun, et see on ülimalt tavaline nähtus, et inimloomusel on selleks iseäranis tugev kalduvus ja et meie hulgas on üpris vähe neid, kes mõne tõelise või kujuteldava eelisomaduse nimel endas teatavat üleolekutunnet ei hellita. Upsakus ja uhkus on erinevad asjad, ehkki neid sõnu sageli kasutatakse samas tähenduses. Inimene võib olla uhke, olemata seejuures veel upsakas. Uhkus on seotud pigem sellega, mis me ise endast arvame, upsakus aga sellega, millist muljet me endast tahame jätta.»

Arkimaailmasta puuttuvien asioiden kuvittelu on hyve, ei pahe. Fantasia (tässä mielessä) ei mielestäni ole alempi vaan ylempi taiteen muoto, itse asiassa se on lähinnä puhdasta muotoa ja siten kaikkein mahtavin

O ka papa he'e nalu kēia, pahe'e i ka nalu ha'i o Makaiwa. This is the surfboard that will glide on the rolling surf of Makaiwa. A woman's boast. Her beautiful body is like the surfboard on which her mate "glides over the rolling surf.

Sunsets and sunrises are perhaps the only things that still command our reverence. One announces and end to pain and the other indicates a new beginner: two things that are invaluable to us" -Paheli

You have the right to your fears, to your desires, to your dislikes" -Paheli

Do you know how difficult it is to love anything or anyone when your sense of self has been shattered?" -Paheli

Tayseir: Are you looking for trouble? Paheli: I hope so. I've even sent it an invitation.

Yes, the girl sneezing pink froth and the woman fisting her eyes each time another oldie crackles from the ceiling look worse than I do. See them. And find, please, a dentist for the man clutching two molars in a bloody paper towel. And a CPA or lawyer - summon one for the man squeezing the folder of gray paper to his chest and squeaking grievously. But I have an appointment. I arrived two hours ago, on time, a little early in fact, and someone must help me find the Ferris wheel I hear looping in my attic and the Tilt-A-Whirl lopsidedly unfolding and refolding in the basement. Through the walls, I hear the oompah-pahing of a carousel, and in dark windows and the gleaming facades of black appliances I glimpse ascending and descending carved horses, real tigers, elephants, and waltzing poodles. Whitewashed clowns ghost across a TV humbling itself before beer, soap, laundry, and my armpits, muffling the human cannonball's applause and the dumbfounded wow when orange torches enter a human face and emerge unquenched. The circus is not my fault or responsibility. Someone must write that down. Someone must sell me a ticket.