Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot. Vera Nazarian More Quotes by Vera Nazarian More Quotes From Vera Nazarian Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day. But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away. When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute. Remember a searing look of intimate eyes. Receive the inner fire. Vera Nazarian eyeheartmemories Here's a new 'Blessing' for our time -- 'May Anderson Cooper never be sent to report on your town! Vera Nazarian townsblessingmay There is only Love -- and Stories. All else is but a shadow dream. Vera Nazarian shadowstoriesdream I relished the sweet sense of keeping a unique secret in my mind - a wonderful magical universe that I could go to any time, any place, and no one had to know. It was my personal place, better than any I've read about in any other book. And when I wrote, I was in the process of pulling that personal universe out of nothing and into the cold reality of the greater world. Vera Nazarian uniquesweetbook Wisdom is nothing more than the marriage of intelligence and compassion. And, as with all good unions, it takes much experience and time to reach its widest potential. Have you introduced your intellect to your compassion yet? Be careful; lately, intellect has taken to eating in front of the TV and compassion has taken in too many cats. Vera Nazarian catcompassiontaken The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. Vera Nazarian arizonadesertdust When tough times come, it is particularly important to offset them with much gentle softness. Be a pillow. Vera Nazarian gentletough-timesimportant Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies. Vera Nazarian horizondoelying At some point, sitting in the school library, during reading period, I looked up from my leopard print hardcover composition notebook where I was scribbling a derivative [John Ronald Reuel ] Tolkien epic full of purple prose in tiny handwriting and thought to myself, "Damn! I am a writer! How did that happen?". Vera Nazarian notebookreadingschool 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. Vera Nazarian songwindinspirational Respect the young and chastise your elders. It's about time the world was set aright. Vera Nazarian eldersyoungworld 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. Vera Nazarian sunsetstarssummer I started to write. And I wrote and wrote all through high school. Vera Nazarian high-schoolwritingschool I've always been creative verbally, had a flair, my teachers said - wrote great expository essays in elementary school, scribbled little poems, embraced all writing assignments. And all along I read voraciously - first in Russian and then, after we left the USSR, in English, and even Spanish. Vera Nazarian writingteacherschool The satisfaction of short fiction does not come close to the rich pleasure I get as a writer in the long deep immersion in the same long work and its growing complexity. I suppose you might say I love to wallow in my characters and imaginary worlds. I love to play with the whole necklace, not just one glittering stone. Vera Nazarian playcharacterlong The desert is an ideal illusion of a blank slate - so much mystery in endless layers is hidden underneath its bright, pseudo-sterile surface. Vera Nazarian layerspseudodesert In the desert, water gives life, while in the ocean an island stands to give anchor. Opposites are desirable and necessary. Once again, you see the theme of taking away a precious element of the world or making it rare and precarious. Vera Nazarian anchorsoceanislands A made-up proverb from Dreams of the Compass Rose says, "In the desert, the only god is a well." I love exploring the intensity of such juxtaposition, the dangerous edge. Vera Nazarian desertdreamrose I also find the desert a wonderful metaphor for desolation and yet the exact counterpart of the ocean with its hidden depths. Both are vast, harsh, implacable, homogenous to the untrained eye, and beautiful. Bothallow the wind to roam on the surface. And both serve as wonderful vehicles for human survival stories. Vera Nazarian oceaneyebeautiful I am a novelist at heart. Vera Nazarian novelistsheart
