Abuelas Mexicanas Quotes & Sayings

When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people. — D.H. Lawrence

The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done. — Ivan Doig

When a seed sprouts, it's a violent process. The skin breaks and splits in two. Something dies and something is born. Anytime you paint a strong or violent image, you may be expressing that part of yourself that's opening in order to let the new emerge. — Michele Cassou

The most stormy ebullitions of passion, from blasphemy to murder, are less terrific than one single act of cool villainy. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

Swimming, Freud favors the breaststroke, to keep his beard dry. — Peter D. Kramer

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave.
I suppose that now, I must become more than either. — Veronica Roth

This is a roadside attraction,' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power. — Neil Gaiman

The laughs are honestly bigger, ... They are the kind of unexpected belly laughs you get with your friends during conversation. — Drew Carey

Angels are not merely forms of extraterrestrial intelligence.
They are forms of extra-cosmic intelligence. — Mortimer Adler

We give our dead To the orchards And the groves. We give our dead To life. — Octavia Butler

After an hour my senses begin to vibrate in a definite rhythm, I tune into the great stillness, I tune in. I gaze at the crescent moon sitting like a white shell in the sky, and I have a feeling of love for it, I feel I'm blushing. It's the moon, I say softly and passionately, it's the moon! And my heart beats toward it with a gentle throbbing. It lasts for several minutes. It blows a little, a strange wind is coming, an unusual blast of air. What is it? I look around and see no one. The wind calls me and my soul bows in answer to the call,37 I feel myself lifted out of my sphere, pressed to an invisible breast, my eyes are moist with tears, I tremble - God is somewhere near looking at me. This lasts for another few minutes. I turn my head, the strange blast of air is gone, and I see something like the back of a spirit wandering soundlessly through the forest. . . . — Knut Hamsun

Thus, to have a proper understanding of the gospel, we must recognise that we need to lean entirely upon the Lord Jesus Christ and his mercy alone as our only hope of salvation. We — John Calvin

Development cannot really be so centered only on those in power. — Amartya Sen

Literature expresses itself by abstractions, whereas painting, by means of drawing and colour, gives concrete shape to sensations and perceptions. — Paul Cezanne

Your sight must become an insight; it must be turned within and used to purify and clarify your mind. — Sathya Sai Baba