“Kshatriya, or the man who is qualified to protect the sufferers, is meant to rule the state. Untrained, lower class men or men without ambition to protect the sufferers cannot be placed on the seat as an administrator. Unfortunately in the age of Kali the lower class men without training occupy the post of a ruler by strength of popular votes and instead of protecting the sufferers, such men create a situation quite intolerable for everyone. Such rulers illegally gratify themselves at the cost of all comforts of the citizens, and thus the chaste mother earth cries to see the pitiable condition of her sons, both men and animals.”
“- Она... они то разъезжаются, то опять... Всё время как на вокзале...
(Витька Мохов - отцу Михаилу Мохову о своей матери)”
Source: Застава на Якорном поле. Крик петуха.
“As a blazing fire turns firewood to ashes, O Arjuna, so does the fire of knowledge burn to ashes all reactions to material activities.”
Source: Bhagavad-Gita As It Is
“La storia non è fatta solo di grandi eventi, ma di segreti dimenticati tra le corde di un vecchio pianoforte a Palermo.”
Source: La Frequenza Marec : Il manoscritto perduto che unisce storia, scienza e silenzio
“History is not just made of great events, but of secrets forgotten among the strings of an old piano in Palermo.”
Source: THE MAREC FREQUENCY: A Quantum Thriller: A legacy of history, science, and the echoes of silence
“A true northerner ought to be a hardy being, unafraid of storms, possessing at least three oilskin jackets and a sou'wester ready for action.”
Source: Dein perfektes Jahr
“People who died of starvation are not nearly as pitiful as those who died of overeating.”
“Life is a cake and love is the icing on top of it. Without 'love', it becomes difficult to swallow 'life'...”
“You weren't meant to admit, even to yourself, how badly you wanted love. The man was meant to be the icing, not the cake.”
Source: The Hypnotist's Love Story
“In no time, I'd beaten cream cheese and butter and confectioners' sugar and more vanilla with my electric hand mixer till the icing was real light and fluffy, and when the cakes were cooled a little, I handed Billy Po a serrated knife, showed him how to level the tops, and we both tasted the rich leftover pieces of cake.
"Boy, that's delicious," he exclaimed as he nibbled real slow and his eyes got big.
"Know what I love?" I said. "All those different textures. The smooth bananas, the stringy pineapple, and crunchy pecans. Nothing like it.”
Source: Hungry for Happiness