Beckrich Chaska Quotes & Sayings

Let your life have a purpose. — Debasish Mridha

Writing about prayer to a secular audience is tap-dancing on the radio. I want to say, 'Gee whiz, isn't this great,' and have everyone's head cocked like the RCA dog. — Mary Karr

Are you kidding? I'm a terrible cook, but John is a really great one. Literally, I never cook. The whole time we were dating, I prepared two officially romantic meals. Both of them were such disasters that he begs me never to go into the kitchen again. — Rebecca Romijn

Principal sahib, all festivals I celebrate, in every name of God I exhilarate, be it Allah, Christ or Mahadev. And all this naturally comes to me because the Hindu that at heart I be. That's why I wish to remain a Hindu, you see." Narayan Sambhan paused and then added quietly, "But I am speaking principal sahib only for myself entirely." The — Sanjay Kumar Singh

It had to be possible to do better than her parents, but she wasn't sure she would. — Jonathan Franzen

Run, run, far away from him or her, and say what President Bartlet once said on The West Wing: "Stand there in your wrongness and be wrong and get used to it." White — Phoebe Robinson

I don't spend much time regretting the past, once I've taken my lesson from it. I don't dwell on it. — Charlie Munger

And, by the way, I adore you ... in frightening, dangerous ways. — Stephenie Meyer

One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like. — George Carlin

The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone. — Reginald Heber

I'm now reading Tertullian, Cyprian, and others of the church fathers with great interest. In some ways they are more relevant to our time than the Reformers, and at the same time they provide a basis for talks between Protestants and Roman Catholics. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

The service of philosophy, of speculative culture, towards the human spirit, is to rouse, to startle it to a life of constant and eager observation. — Walter Pater

I was trying to find a reason for having had to escape from the place that was my home. To convince myself of my choices, I had to make it a place that everyone should want to escape from. — Portia De Rossi

She sets a hand on the cold sand and pushes herself forward until her lips meet Baker's with the delicate touch of tree leaves. And there on the beach, with the sand, the sky, and the water as their witnesses, Baker kisses her back, and Hannah hopes desperately that the crashing of the waves is a celebration rather than a condemnation. — Kelly Quindlen