When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.— Vera Nazarian
The most unforgettable Vera Nazarian quotes that will add value to your life
The pyramid shape is said to hold many secrets and amazing properties.
One of them is a sense of wonder.
Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.
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.
An optimist is neither naive, nor blind to the facts, nor in denial of grim reality. An optimist believes in the optimal usage of all options available, no matter how limited. As such, an optimist always sees the big picture. How else to keep track of all that’s out there? An optimist is simply a proactive realist.
SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember.
Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches.
Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.
Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter.
The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.
Patience is not a virtue. It is an achievement.
A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.
But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target. So does gossip.
Once upon a time, began the story of you.
Many perilous, wonderful, harrowing, brilliant, delightful, profound things happened.And yet—the most exciting twists and best turns are yet to come. And it absolutely does not matter how old or young you are.Like a bright carpet of wonders, enjoy the unrolling of your story.
Fantasy, at its best, is balm for the soul.
But it is faulty logic to assume that balm is necessarily mind-numbing anesthesia.
Each letter of the alphabet is a steadfast loyal soldier in a great army of words, sentences, paragraphs, and stories. One letter falls, and the entire language falters.
Being smart as a whip includes knowing when not to crack it.
A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken.
Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.
A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.
Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey.
At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.
Luck is not as random as you think. Before that lottery ticket won the jackpot, someone had to buy it.
If you have never changed your mind about some fundamental tenet of your belief, if you have never questioned the basics, and if you have no wish to do so, then you are likely ignorant.
Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot.
Passion and courtesy are two polar opposite traits that serve to balance each other into a full-blooded whole. Without socialization, passion is a crude barbarian, and without passion, the elegant and polite are dead. Allow both passion and courtesy into your life in equal measure, and be complete.
Unlike a fountain that circulates the same water in an enclosed, perpetually recycling system, a human being circulates thoughts in an unlimited reservoir of self. Don't limit yourself to being a mere fountain when you contain an ocean.
If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options.
You can climb it and cross to the other side. You can go around it. You can dig under it. You can fly over it. You can blow it up. You can ignore it and pretend it’s not there. You can turn around and go back the way you came. Or you can stay on the mountain and make it your home.
Even for the people who are color-blind to any degree, I believe their experience would also be affected [ in Lords of Rainbow ] if everyone else too only perceived the world in colorless monochrome.
The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.
When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there.
When you reach deep into yourself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. If you reach in both directions, you will have spanned the universe.
Don't be afraid of the dark. Shine!
Not every puzzle is intended to be solved.
Some are in place to test your limits. Others are, in fact, not puzzles at all.
Would you like to know your future? If your answer is yes, think again.
Not knowing is the greatest life motivator. So enjoy, endure, survive each moment as it comes to you in its proper sequence -- a surprise.
Is it folly to believe in something that is intangible? After all, some of the greatest intangibles are Love, Hope, and Wonder. Another is Deity. The choice to be a fool is yours.
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air.
It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.
When tough times come, it is particularly important to offset them with much gentle softness. Be a pillow.
The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness.
Good thing we have other people to help us remember.
Dangling a carrot in front of a donkey—or anyone else for that matter—is not nice, and not fair, unless you eventually plan to give it up to them.
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.
Once upon a time, the Reindeer took a running leap and jumped over the Northern Lights. But he jumped too low, and the long fur of his beautiful flowing tail got singed by the rainbow fires of the aurora. To this day the reindeer has no tail to speak of. But he is too busy pulling the Important Sleigh to notice what is lost. And he certainly doesn’t complain. What's your excuse?
In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.
A wise person is like a smoothly polished rock: it takes time to become either.
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.
Instructions are never included. They vary with the strength of your ability to see, the measure of your selective blindness, the limits of your mercy, and the intensity of your desire.
Sometimes, being true to yourself means changing your mind. Self changes, and you follow.
Stick around long enough to be someone's friend.
Because true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless.
I was nurtured on Greek Mythology and the classical epics.
I lived and breathed Homer. Other mythologies - the Russian, the Norse, the Persian, the Indian, Egyptian, etc. - all came later. First and foremost were the Greeks, and they were all living in my head as though I were Zeus and they were a clamoring Chorus of Athenas.
Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard.
Some people prefer eating dessert to the main course. These people have never been really hungry.
Because without such a reprieve we cannot pause and regroup and with the newfound strength go on to initiate that very change which is sorely needed by all.
The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
When I was a little kid back in Moscow, Russia, I've always thought I would become an artist or a folk dancer or an astronomer. In fact, if you'd asked me then about a life of solitary writing I would have said, "Oh how boring! Imagine, to sit at a desk all day and just write."
What we need in fantasy is the sudden balm of clarity - a temporary reprieve from life's white noise and clamor of pain, a kind of time-out. Such clarity, a new perspective, is made possible by fantastic metaphor.