9 Lives Cat Food Quotes & Sayings

Have you lived 75 years, or have you lived one year 75 times? — Wayne W. Dyer

I watched her index finger trace the barbed wire tattoo that wrapped around my bicep. "Was this to signify anything?"
"Not really." Even a gentle touch from her made my pulse jump. "I got it after I graduated high school. I was so pissed that my parents were gone. Thought I was badass."
She smiled and kissed my chest. "You just made love to me on a Harley. You are totally badass. — Lisa Kessler

Research challenges the materialistic understanding of death, according to which biological death represents the final end of existence and of all conscious activity. — Stanislav Grof

Snatch a thought from the running ribbon of thoughts and contemplate it. As you toss it around, notice how you feel - sad, depressed, happy, frightened, and so on. Every thought going by has an imprint on your concept of yourself. First be the observer, and then the contemplator. Now become the choice maker who can consciously decide to put that thought back into the running stream and pick a different one, a thought that perhaps allows you to feel better. — Wayne W. Dyer

Love can flourish only as long as it is free and spontaneous; it tends to be killed by the thought of duty. To say that it is your duty to love so-and-so is the surest way to cause you to hate him of her. — Bertrand Russell

The new Germany has the unquestionable right to hold its tongue between its teeth. — Karl Liebknecht

The biggest scandal I was ever involved in was - in high school, at a basketball game, I shot and scored for the other team. — Darby Stanchfield

No Discourse whatsoever, can End in absolute Knowledge of Fact. — Thomas Hobbes

Should he give free reign to his desires, the bibliomaniac can ruin his life along with the lives of his loved ones. He'll often take better care of his books than of his own health; he'll spend more on fiction than he does on food; he'll be more interested in his library than in his relationships, and, since few people are prepared to live in a place where every available surface is covered with piles of books, he'll often find himself alone, perhaps in the company of a neglected and malnourished cat. When he dies, all but forgotten, his body might fester for days before a curious neighbor grows concerned about the smell. — Mikita Brottman