Biddys And Coots Quotes & Sayings

You should know that there is something worse than hate and that is unlove.
Because hate is anger over something lost, hate is passion, hate is misguided, it's caring for the wrong things but it is still caring.
But unlove, unlove is to unkiss, to unremember, to unhold, to undream, to undo everything that ever was and leave smooth stone behind in its wake.
No fire.
No fury.
Just, nothing.
And that is worse than hate. — Pleasefindthis

I think the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it. Otherwise, it would be called 'fluffy harmless observation time'. — Molly Harper

The mind that has not been developed or trained is very scattered. That's the normal state of affairs, but it leaves us out of touch with a great deal in life, including our bodies. — Jon Kabat-Zinn

I love it [music]. I always have loved it. There's something about playing music that inspires me. When I've had some really down periods in my life, debauched beyond belief, not knowing what the hell I'm gonna do with my life, [Rolling Stones'] "Street Fighting Man" or something like that would come on the radio, and I'm pounding the dash and the rock and roll will inspire me to keep going. It inspires me. It's true. — Creed Bratton

The Reggio Emilia philosophy for the education of young children and the Waldorf schools. — Daniel H. Pink

He knows that as long as a man keeps his faith in God and in himself nothing can permanently defeat him. — Wilferd Peterson

You dogs are smart enough to know that worry is something you do with a bone, and let it got at that. Even Pavlov couldn't do any more than prove that your brain is in your gut
something that you knew all along. — Frank Loesser

You could observe people's folly, you could laugh at them or feel sorry for them, but you had to let them go their own way. — Hermann Hesse

I'm lucky to have worked with great actors, my whole career. — Elizabeth Banks

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us. — Aimee Bender