Rai Quotes

I made the choice to be vegan because I will not eat (or wear, or use) anything that could have an emotional response to its death or captivity. I can well imagine what that must feel like for our non-human friends - the fear, the terror, the pain - and I will not cause such suffering to a fellow living being.

Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop." "What?" "What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple." "Raisa, this is getting us nowhere." "Say it!

Know that the same spark of life that is within you, is within all of our animal friends, the desire to live is the same within all of us...

Ilmu pengetahuan itu pahit pada awalnya, tetapi manis melebihi madu pada akhirnya

Asta n-o vor înțelege ei niciodată: că nu ești dator să ajungi ceva, că nu trebuie să parvii nicăieri, că ceea ce importă în primul rând este să fii tu și să poți rămâne tu însuți în orice împrejurare a vieții.

Karena yang membatasi kita atas dan bawah hanyalah tanah dan langit.

Esensi sejarah bukanlah hanya siapa yang menang dan siapa yang kalah. Lebih dari itu: siapa yang lebih cepat belajar dari kemenangan dan kekalahan

Pergilah, jelajahilah dunia, lihatlah dan carilah kebenaran dan rahasia - rahasia hidup ; niscaya jalan apa pun yang kaupilih akan mengantarkanku menuju titik awal

Wahai anakku! dunia ini bagaikan samudera tempat banyak ciptaan-ciptaaNya yg tenggelam. Maka jelajahilah dunia ini dg menyebut nama Allah. Jadikan ketakutanmu pada Allah sebagai kapal-kapal yang menyelamatkanmu. kembangkanlah keimanan sebagai layarmu, logika sebagai pendayung kapalmu, ilmu pengetahuan sebagai nakhoda perjalannanmu dan sabar sebagai jangkar dlm setiap badai dan cobaan (Ali bin Abi thalib ra)

Mengalah itu tidak kalah, melainkan menang secara hakiki

Jangan gampang terbuai keamanan dan kemapanan. Hidup itu kadang perlu beradu, bergejolak, bergesekan. Dari gesekan dan kesulitanlah, sebuah pribadi akan terbentuk matang. Banyak profesi di luar sana, usahakanlah untuk memilih yang paling mendewasakan dan yang paling bermanfaat buat sesama. (Kiai Rais)

Society tells women that they have to be responsible for the emotional health of their relationships and then tells them they're weak for feeling emotions. What kind of message is that?

Every time you hurt someone, you break off a little piece of them. Not only do they have to live with that broken piece, then the next person who comes along has to figure out a way to spackle that spot. Your behavior has ripple effects.

N-ai jindui după un colţ de rai de n-ai purta un strop de iad în tine.

You can do this, and if you can't do it today, you'll do it tomorrow. You are not a failure.

Tentang kopi kesukaanmu, cappucino, kopi itu bukan dari italia. Aslinya berasal dari biji-biji kopi Turki yang tertinggal di medan perang di Kahlenberg. Hanya sebuah info pengetahuan kecil-kecilan. Assalamu’alaikum” — Fatma, 99 Cahaya di Langit Eropa hal. 50

And I am ashamed to write here that I felt more alive than ever, even though my heart was broken glass in my chest.

To Fading self The fear that life will shatter again And the pieces you glue; will not be the same.

De unde-şi are raiul - lumina? - Ştiu: îl luminează iadul cu flăcările lui!

Rais wa Tume ya Dunia hakuchaguliwa kuwa kitu katika tume. Alichaguliwa kufanya kitu katika dunia.

Our special for today is pork bone stew,” the manager said. “Pork bone stew sounds excellent,” I said. “Rayyel could use a spine.” “Is heartless shrew on the menu?” Rai asked without batting an eye.

So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart. Difficult as it may be to comprehend, there is a possibility you may have one.

[...] or, aici stă toată mizeria și toată fascinația dragostei, în descompunerea aceasta lentă a două ființe strânse împreună...

It's not a weakness to take care of yourself. Asking for and taking what you need to function should never be considered a weakness.

God forbid anyone speak ill of any woman in front of Rai. She’ll skin them alive and wear it as fur.

Cats and books are my universe. Both are infinitely fascinating and full of mystery.

No one's universally liked. Beyoncé isn't universally liked. Has that stopped her? No. Be like Beyoncé.

Unfairness – this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let’s be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don’t. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don’t get literary praise. It’s ok. I don’t look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It’s ok. Don’t let unfairness kill your spark

What remained between them was the uncharted terrain of soul two amenable bodies, desperate to be two jagged pieces of a puzzle, trying to fit.

Let’s not get started on their uniforms. Superman’s stretchy spandex has nothing on Batman’s sculpted pecs.” He glared at her. “You cannot bring fashion sense into a superhero discussion!” “If they wear it, it’s fair game.” She folded her arms on the table.

Principles don't have borders.

Time is kind just not kind enough!

In the home of this music, alas, religious fanatics have lately started killing the musicians. They think the music is an insult to god, who gave us voices but does not wish us to sing, who gave us free will, rai, but prefers us not to be free.

The purpose of collecting so much information can only be power.

Love doesn’t make you a poet; it makes you poetry.

Her silence was not weakness; it was the only weapon left.

Never be too afraid to be an asshole!

Slăbiciunea noastră, a modernilor, e că în loc să gândim, gândurile ne gândesc pe noi. Noi stăm molâi, femei adipoase, lubrice, nesatisfăcute, și gândurile ne violentează, ne schingiuiesc, ne vând altora, iar noi nu protestăm, ci le lăsăm să ne stăpânească, să ne îndrepte pașii, să ne prostitueze oricărui adevăr care le satisface pe ele, nu pe noi.

She didn’t trust Eunice. She trusted desperation.

I guess you are happy now, being the loneliest star in the night Like you always wanted to be and I being the only guy who wishes for it

If love is always the prize Then why no one is winning it

What connects two hearts is not the love but the tragedy they share.

To live, i must breathe To exist, i must write!

The world was unkind to women. It was devastating to women who didn’t believe in themselves.

You can be strong and have moments of incredible despair, when everything feels like it’s collapsing in on you, and yes, when you feel like you want to die. Those moments are not weaknesses. They are simply moments. And they are not you.” Maile

Trust is the only reason the world ever functions as it should. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't, and I know that uncertainty is scary, but that's the only way you figure out who your closet people are.

În tristete, totul are doua fete. Nu poti fi nici în iad si nici în rai, nici în viata si nici în moarte, nici fericit si nici nefericit. Un plîns fara lacrimi, un echivoc fara sfîrsit. Caci nu te izgoneste ea în aceeasi masura din aceasta lume, ca si din cealalta? Esti trist de totdeauna, nu de acum. Si acest totdeauna e toata lumea înainte de nasterea ta. Nu-i tristetea amintirea vremii în care n-am fost?

Nobody spoke enough about how much bodies could be starved for platonic affection. She knew she gave off strong Do Not Touch vibes, but she needed occasional hugs too.

Because loves has to be more than a company

If body has sex Soul has poetry.

I vow not to show, not to reveal my burnings, my ashes, and your embers, your flames running rampant on my will to lift myself from your reminiscence.

To express you is paradoxical I start with silence and end with abyss So, I am preserving my void Waiting for it to become irrational So that I can at least be labelled as insane

Love has no cure, only prescriptions.

Beauty never comes with a caution note.

Your memory whips harder than your betrayal!

Revenge is never justice. it’s just another name for hunger.

Sometimes we think a person doesn’t need to hear something because it’s obvious, because they know what’s in our hearts. But that’s not how the world works. We have to say the things.

मेरे अधरों पर हो अन्तिम वस्तु न तुलसी-दल, प्याला, मेरी जिह्वा पर हो अन्तिम वस्तु न गंगाजल, हाला, मेरे शव के पीछे चलने- वालो, याद इसे रखना— ‘राम नाम है सत्य’ न कहना, कहना ‘सच्ची मधुशाला

मदिरालय जाने को घर से चलता है पीनेवाला, ‘किस पथ से जाऊँ’ असमंजस में है वह भोलाभाला; अलग-अलग पथ बतलाते सब पर मैं यह बतलाता हूँ… ‘राह पकड़ तू एक चला चल, पा जाएगा मधुशाला

Dear, Heart The reason, I tell you not to go deep, is because you have to crawl back out too.

He thought he had her cornered, but grief had no corners.

Follow the sense, not the sensationalized.

Do not remove the blood from pages just add a punctation.

A man's freedom is dependent on how much his society has evolved.

Do not remove the blood from pages just to add a punctuation.

Always remember! A tree grows beneath the ground first before growing above. Have the same character.

I Should have chosen alcohol instead of your love and the beginning of my mad devotion!

The law books had taught her arguments. The city taught her war.

If love is blind, so is hatred.

From the instant of our first meeting I judged him so, though it could be said that I was prejudiced. When one is standing naked on a slave-auction block in a wind cold enough to freeze a demon's backside, one is unlikely to have a fair impression of anyone.

one of the fascinating traits of human kind is how we corrupt anything. which begs the question. Are we really the children of god or bastards of devil? look what we do to childhood innocence look what we do to a democracy look what we do to a helpless women, a tired man. look what we have done to religion, morality, diversity. look what we are doing to nature. humanity really!

...Setiap hari dia harus tidur lebih awal. Lalu saat sepertiga malam, dia harus bangun. Minta dirinya mencuci muka. Lalu membuka tirai jendela kamarnya dan pandanglah malam yang penuh bintang dengan sorot bulan. Tundukkan kepalanya, resapi apa kesalahan yang selama ini telah dia lakukan dalam hidupnya, dan katakan, ‘Ampunilah aku, Tuhan, atas segala perjalanan hidup yang tak menyusuri perintah-Mu. Masukkan aku ke dalam surga-Mu jika Engkau menghendakiku kelak’. (42)

anak anak muda yang gagah berani kamu ke jalan raya kamu membuat sejarah anak anak muda yang gagah berani kamu adalah sejarah nusa dan bangsa anak anak muda dunia ini akhirnya adalah milik kamu !

Organic life beneath the shoreless waves Was born and rais’d in Ocean’s pearly caves First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass, Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass; These, as successive generations bloom, New powers acquire, and larger limbs assume; Whence countless groups of vegetation spring, And breathing realms of fin, and feet and wing.

If a product is perceived as unique but not perceived as useful why would anyone think of buying it ?

I think it takes a certain kind of strength, when the world is hateful or mean, to come out on the other side with your heart and your kindness and your humanity intact.

Carilah suami yang pandai membaca Al-Qur'an. Kalau dia pandai membaca ayat-ayat Tuhan, membacamu sebagai istri adalah perkara mudah

If love is blind. so, is hatred.

To, Naive self We run, brimming with passion Then blame hope for our sore feet.

Dear daughter, Those who believe in fairy tales fall in love with monsters!

There must be a connection with these skies that I can't utter Oh! dying sky let my love be this melancholy and my lover be this aloof!

For love, we live For love, we die For love, we dream and get ready to be lied

We fall for their beautiful and handsome body then expect their soul to be the same.

Se spune că atunci când ajungi în rai, de trei lucruri eşti uimit: cum de-ai ajuns tocmai tu acolo, de ce nu sunt acolo aceia despre care erai sigur c-ar trebui să fie şi cum, Doamne, ţine-mă!, sunt acolo unii despre care ai fi băgat amândouă mâinile-n foc că n-ar putea să dea târcoale nici porţilor celor mari ale raiului. Asta, aşa, pentru când îţi vine să judeci...

I mean you can be with the person, but still be yourself. You can be happy to be yourself. It’s very…nice,” her grandmother had said quietly. “When you’re with a person who is content to let you be. It’s the most peaceful thing in the world.

Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.

Terkadang kita memang tak adil pada hidup kita sendiri. Taktala tiada pilihan, kita menggerutu. Padahal Tuhan tak memberi pilihan lain karena telah menunjukkan itulah satu-satunya pilihan terbaik bagi hidup kita. (184)

În tara noastra, totul e posibil. Mahalaua e eligibila, grotescul e rentabil. Se poate face cariera pe baza de tupeu, minciuna, bîzdîc si fermentatie viscerala. Lumea se distreaza. ‘Baietii rai’ se cauta prin alte cotloane. De pilda, printre intelectuali. Intelectualii sînt o adunatura de profitori, golani, fascisti, fii de nomenclaturisti, pupincuristi, antieuropeni sau, din contra, vînduti strainilor. Acolo e buba! În preajma lui Socrate, care l-a corupt pe Platon, care l-a corupt pe Aristotel, care l-a corupt pe Alexandru cel Mare, care ne-a corupt pe toti.

Kata orang, keterbatasan membuat orang kreatif. Keterbatasan membuat orang terpecut melakukan apa pun yang dijalani dengan maksimal. Keterbatasan tak ubahnya situasi yang dibuat Tuhan untuk membuat kita lebih berjuang. Jika berhasil melewati keterbatasan itu, buah perjuangan yang kita dapatkan akan lebih berkesan. (110)

It's sad and sickening that a diseases & natural disaster is less discriminating, racist, egotistical and evil than humanity. at least their plight doesn't depends upon your religion, cast or the party you are associated with. they just get you and kill you.

What are you doing?” “What does it look like? I’m getting down on my knees.” His head butted against her stomach. Her muscles clenched, shocked at the touch, even through the layer of cotton. “I’ve never begged a woman for anything before. Enjoy this.” She tried to think of something sufficiently sassy. “Enjoy it? I can’t even see it.” “It’s symbolic.

...semua orang adalah teroris di muka bumi ini jika tangan mereka menggenggam kekayaan tanpa menyedekahkannya untuk umat yang terseok-seok kehidupannya. Semua adalah teroris ketika ketamakan terhadap kekuasaan, kekayaan, harta, dan rupa-rupa mengungguli empati dan simpati terhadap mereka yang kekurangan. Karena pada dasarnya, seseorang yang semakin kaya tanpa disadari dia akan semakin kikir. Semakin kikir dan semena-mena. (234)

Usaha dan berupaya sekuat raya, dalam keadaan apapun, hingga Tuhan melihat kesungguhan itu dan mengulurkan tangan-Nya ... Ikhlas terhadap takdir yang telah digariskan Tuhan, setelah usaha yang maksimal. Harapan besar yang kandas, belum tentu sungguh-sungguh kandas. Tuhan tak akan mengandaskan impian hambanya begitu saja. Dia tak akan menaruh kita dalam kesulitan yang tak terperi tanpa menukarnya dengan kemuliaan pada masa mendatang. (307)

While he’d been tentatively considering a possible romantic relationship with her, she’d fallen in love with him. He could barely speak. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Mason snorted. “Yeah, that’s right. Do you like Maira, check yes or no. Come on. You’re almost thirty, you’re old enough to go after what you want.

E greu să stai în altă parte, ok? Nu contează de unde vii sau unde te duci. Niciodată să nu ai așteptări extraordinare, niciodată să nu-ți imaginezi totul în detaliu. Imaginația e un lucru foarte înșelător. Nicăieri nu e un rai pe pământ. Dar cu siguranță există un loc în care te simți ca acasă. Peste tot e greu să te acomodezi. Chiar dacă știi deja limba, există multe alte lucruri. Magazinele de la colțul străzii, vecinii, obiceiurile. Orice comunitate e diferită. Trebuie să te adaptezi, iar dacă într-adevăr aparții acelui loc chiar reușești și îți e la-ndemână. Dar tot trebuie să ai anumite elemente care te fac să te simți în siguranță într-un loc străin, în care îți vei petrece o perioadă mai lungă de timp. Nu e ca și cum mergi la un hotel și stai câteva zile. Acolo nu trebuie să te acomodezi cu nimic.

In the deepest, darkest depths of her heart where she kept all her dreams locked up in a pink journal decorated with ponies and unicorns, she’d fantasized about declaring her love for Sasha Karimi for two years. In those scenarios, he generally fell to his knees in thrilled delight before he reciprocated the feelings and then they got married and had lots of babies and maybe a pet iguana and lived happily ever after.

Bhagat Singh revered Lajpat Rai as a leader. But he would not spare even Lajpat Rai, when, during the last years of his life, Lajpat Rai turned to communal politics. He then launched a political-ideological campaign against him. Because Lajpat Rai was a respected leader, he would not publicly use harsh words of criticism against him. And so he printed as a pamphlet Robert Browning’s famous poem, ‘The Lost Leader,’ in which Browning criticizes Wordsworth for turning against liberty. The poem begins with the line ‘Just for a handful of silver he left us.’ A few more of the poem’s lines were: ‘We shall march prospering, not thro’ his presence; Songs may inspirit us, not from his lyre,’ and ‘Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more.’ There was not one word of criticism of Lajpat Rai. Only, on the front cover, he printed Lajpat Rai’s photograph!

Media kekinian. Merekah tanpa batas, bahkan tak ada yang berani memprotes jika media memutarbalikkan fakta. Media membuat muslihat paling menipu daya, yang buruk menjadi begitu mulia, dan yang begitu mulia menjadi buruk rupa. Luar biasa kuatnya opini yang dibentuk media sehingga dapat memengaruhi perekonomian, perpolitikan, sosial, dan budaya sebuah bangsa. (44)

When, shortly afterward, I stopped at the top of the hill and saw the town beneath me, my feeling of happiness was so ecstatic that I didn’t know how I would be able to make it home, sit there and write, eat, or sleep. But the world is constructed in such a way that it meets you halfway in moments precisely like these, your inner joy seeks an outer counterpart and finds it, it always does, even in the bleakest regions of the world, for nothing is as relative as beauty. Had the world been different, in my opinion, without mountains and oceans, plains and seas, deserts and forests, and consisted of something else, inconceivable to us, as we don’t know anything other than this, we would also have found it beautiful. A world with gloes and raies, evanbillits and conulames, for example, or ibitera, proluffs, and lopsits, whatever they might be, we would have sung their praises because that is the way we are, we extol the world and love it although it’s not necessary, the world is the world, it’s all we have. So as I walked down the steps toward the town center on this Wednesday at the end of August I had a place in my heart for everything I beheld. A slab of stone worn smooth in a flight of steps: fantastic. A swaybacked roof side by side with an austere perpendicular brick building: so beautiful. A limp hot-dog wrapper on a drain grille, which the wind lifts a couple of meters and then drops again, this time on the pavement flecked with white stepped-on chewing gum: incredible. A lean old man hobbling along in a shabby suit carrying a bag bulging with bottles in one hand: what a sight. The world extended its hand, and I took it.

Lucy Gray Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, And when I cross'd the Wild, I chanc'd to see at break of day The solitary Child. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wild Moor, The sweetest Thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You yet may spy the Fawn at play, The Hare upon the Green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night, You to the Town must go, And take a lantern, Child, to light Your Mother thro' the snow." "That, Father! will I gladly do; 'Tis scarcely afternoon— The Minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the Moon." At this the Father rais'd his hook And snapp'd a faggot-band; He plied his work, and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe, With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse, the powd'ry snow That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time, She wander'd up and down, And many a hill did Lucy climb But never reach'd the Town. The wretched Parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlook'd the Moor; And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood A furlong from their door. And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd "In Heaven we all shall meet!" When in the snow the Mother spied The print of Lucy's feet. Then downward from the steep hill's edge They track'd the footmarks small; And through the broken hawthorn-hedge, And by the long stone-wall; And then an open field they cross'd, The marks were still the same; They track'd them on, nor ever lost, And to the Bridge they came. They follow'd from the snowy bank The footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank, And further there were none. Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living Child, That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome Wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.