Vera Nazarian Quotes - Page 2

Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.

Some women seem so voluptuous in every sense, richly bountiful and fertile with generous gifts of plenty, sensual and confident in their female strength that they are called "earth mothers."

That’s how some days feel - when they are bountiful and fertile with the power of our imagination.

Science is an organized pursuit of triviality.

Art is a casual pursuit of significance.

Let's keep it in perspective.

One sin seldom mentioned is that of killing time.

The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.

If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules.

Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child.

And time sings.

A woman is human.

She is not better, wiser, stronger, more intelligent, more creative, or more responsible than a man.

Likewise, she is never less.

Equality is a given.

A woman is human.

Don't be afraid of the dark. Shine!

Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.

Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.

Their language has been lost.

But not the gestures.

In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.

The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.

It is interesting that we call something good a “dream,” but being called a “dreamer” is somewhat of a putdown.

Without dreamers, no dream would ever be given reality, and we would live in a very small and shallow world.

If you are a secret dreamer, it’s your time to announce yourself.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night?
A: Because you know I will never answer.

Strange dreams are better than no dreams at all.

There is only Love - and Stories. All else is but a shadow dream.

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.

Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.

Suddenly, you know you are alive.

In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either.

If Music is a Place - then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.

A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.

Don’t let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.

Sometimes, being true to yourself means changing your mind. Self changes, and you follow.

Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things.

Love is the same way.

Use it to "season" people.