Bindweed Mites Quotes & Sayings

You don't need to be born with a silver spoon to reach for the brass ring — Sandra Lee

In an age in which economists take for granted that people equate well-being with consumption, increasing numbers of people seem willing to trade certain freedoms and material comforts for a sense of immutable order and the rapture of faith. — Eugene Linden

I don't take any relationships for granted and I won't ever again. I just enjoy life. — Tracy Morgan

Maybe you don't have to figure life out at all.
Maybe it just is. — Miranda Kenneally

Sjofn is the Goddess of Love. And love," her eyelids suddenly fluttered dreamily, "love," she breathed then she focused on me with a strange intensity that made me, even me, squirm a little, "love is everything. — Kristen Ashley

THE MAN IN THE PINK SHIRT stopped outside his house. — N.D. Wilson

It turns out that prayer is one more way through which we can create changes in the land. By setting aside some places as sacred, we engage in an interaction with wild nature in which we do not take our sustenance from the earth, but instead make an offering to it. To construct "a portal to another world" through ceremony or ritual or private meditation is to create another type of working landscape - one that is at work by being a sanctuary and a site of communion with the wonders of Earth. Prayer, too, is a use of the landscape. It's how we can give back to wild nature, by doing what humans do best: investing a place with meaning and with myth. — Jason Mark

If I don't practice for a day, I know it. If I don't practice for two days, the critics know it. And if I don't practice for three days, the public knows it. — Louis Armstrong

To love, you close your eyes. To do good, you deceive oneself. To be honest, you ditch oneself. To be good, you have to transcend all the three ideas. — Harshit Walia

We're going through the black air with our arms wide and our feet straight out behind like a dolphin's tail, and we're going to think we'll never hit the silver down there till suddenly it'll be all warm round us and full of little kissing, caressing waves. — F Scott Fitzgerald