Barbarellas Bar Quotes & Sayings

I'm happy with what I've achieved. — Sofia Vergara

Serve many fruitlessly, If one repay, Th' ingratitude of thousands 'twill outweigh. — Luigi Pulci

Groop I implore thee," continued the merciless Vogon, "my foonting turlingdromes. — Douglas Adams

I do celebrate anything with freedom in it, you know. — Paul Mooney

Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world. — Giuseppe Mazzini

After all, my uniform still had the distinct odor of Nasty Pond. — Rachel Hawkins

I have music. Music is the world inside me. I am a performer, but whether or not I perform, the music is there. — Jeanette Winterson

If you give up, you reward failure. — Lorii Myers

Forgetting is like a great alchemy free of secrets, limpid, transforming everything to the present. In the end it makes our lives into this visible and tangible thing we hold in our hands, with no folds left hidden in the past. — Cesar Aira

I've just got to maintain my passion for what I do. — Leonardo DiCaprio

She got, instead, a towering confection that might have thought about becoming a sandwich at one point, but had gotten greater ambitions along the way. — Catherynne M Valente

I cadged a complimentary green matchbook with a gold bird icon from the Bell canning jar. Later we'd use the matches to light our spliffs. My fingertips tapped the stem to the gizmo that dinged a bell. Nobody came out. Wrong signal, so I did two bell rings. No response prompted me to tap out a series of bell rings. — Ed Lynskey

The Lord bestows his blessings there, where he finds the vessels empty. — Thomas A Kempis

Meditation means to be constantly extricating yourself from the clinging of mind.
By letting go of even the thought 'I,' and 'me' what is left?
There is nowhere to stand and no one to stand there.
No separation anywhere.
Pure awareness.
Neither this, nor that.
Just clarity and being. — Ram Dass

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning. — Henry Ward Beecher