Automaticky Umyvac Quotes & Sayings

The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that? — Janet Fitch

In movement there is balance. In balance there is movement. Yoga is all about balance. Within and Without. Above, Below. Front, Behind. Male, Female. In, Out. — Mark Whitwell

It was him.
He'd traded his coat and tails for jeans and a tight Abercrombie and Fitch tee, but it was him. I would have known him anywhere.
I blinked slowly, believing he was a mirage. A very handsome mirage. But I didn't have the power to dream cute boys into life. When he didn't disappear, part of my heart sang and part of it worried that I'd never be the same again ...
Oh, I never would be the same again. — Gwen Hayes

That haunting longing for the moon returned. Stronger, broader, flavoured with all the bone-deep desire only a nocturnal creature could feel for their sole light-giver, the lonely satellite that watched over them when the rest of the daylight world abandoned them. — L.J. Hayward

Putting our faith in Christ is not about trying harder; it means transferring our trust away from ourselves and resting in him. — Timothy Keller

I really feel sorry for people who think things like soap dishes or mirrors or Coke bottles are ugly, because they're surrounded by things like that all day long, and it must make them miserable. — Robert Rauschenberg

I can control the weather with my moods. I just can't control my moods. — Nick Cave

If there's a black cat that crosses the street in my path, I will turn around and walk 20 minutes out of my way to not cross it. — Lauren Groff

If you have no enemies you are apt to be in the same predicament in regard to friends. — Elbert Hubbard

They had me all happy, singing. It was very awkward. I think the writers are frantically planning something appropriate to honor him, but we don't know what. — Kristin Chenoweth

We know what happened to those who chanced to meet the Great God Pan, and those who are wise know that all symbols are symbols of something, not of nothing. It was, indeed, an exquisite symbol beneath which men long ago veiled their knowledge of the most awful, most secret forces which lie at the heart of all things; forces before which the souls of men must wither and die and blacken, as their bodies blacken under the electric current. Such forces cannot be named, cannot be spoken, cannot be imagined except under a veil and a symbol, a symbol to the most of us appearing a quaint, poetic fancy, to some a foolish tale. But you and I, at all events, have known something of the terror that may dwell in the secret place of life, manifested under human flesh; that which is without form taking to itself a form. — Arthur Machen

I have a lot of stuff that I never published because I always had a sense that novels were not finally going to be the way I made my living, because the form was dying commercially. — William Monahan