Ashrei Lyrics Quotes & Sayings

Age is a number to keep track of how many years you've been on the planet, not a tool to judge people by. — David A. Santos

I don't know how this works. Or why. I stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago. I'm never going to figure it out, any more than a normal person figure out his or her own existence. After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof. — David Levithan

If you wish to form a clear judgment on your friends, consult your dreams. — Karl Kraus

The mother-in-laws themselves weren't natural jokes but most comedians used to use that. — Allen Toussaint

So far, I was mostly using tools from people I knew or tools that were well established. I knew and trusted the technologists at the Electronic Frontier Foundation who made the HTTPS Everywhere software. Little Snitch was a well-known program. Similarly, 1Password was well established. — Julia Angwin

Failure was a key element to my life's journey. — Paul Tudor Jones

Worldly Wisdom
Do not stay in the field!
Nor climb out of sight.
The best view of the world
Is from a medium height. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Because you need me," he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against him. "Just as I need you." He crushed his mouth to hers. "I've needed you for years." Another kiss, this one deep and drugging, his tongue searching her intimately — Lisa Kleypas

He returned to his seat and sat down; the road is so long, so long; he had to get through these spaces where stations clustered about the track amidst the black night like some black coffin set with candles. He thought that minute was flying after minute, mile after mile, everything was moving - even he was moving - but to where?

("Adam") — Andrei Bely

Sometimes, talking to Amber was like herding cats. — Lisa Wingate

A healthy body attends to the pain of the weakest part. — Paul Brand

I find some small, twisted comfort in thinking that perhaps we used each other. Him, for a glimpse into what it would be like to live a life entirely different from the one he'd been raised to desire, and me for the steady diet of angst and emotional damage that seemed to make me better, sharper, like a sword against a whetstone.
I was his intellectual escape from a long parade of pretty, empty girls... and he was my drug of choice -- unhealthy, probably lethal, but ultimately so addictive it was hard to turn away.
The problem, of course, with this theory of mutual exploitation, is that it is the deepest of lies. There was nothing equal or mutual about the way we used each other. I barely scratched his surface while he sliced me limb from limb.
There's no comfort in that. None at all. — Julie Johnson