Brett Kahr Quotes & Sayings

But I would say to my fellows, once for all, As long as possible live free and uncommitted. — Henry David Thoreau

Every day I review the ways he works, I try not to miss a trick. I feel put back together, and I'm watching my step. GOD rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes. — Eugene H. Peterson

Love as you like. Like as you love. — Debasish Mridha

As people used to say, "What the heart loves is the cure." The cure for healing the wounds and conflicts between faiths and systems of belief involves awakening to the unique ways that each heart carries devotion and love. When followed far enough, simple belief can transform into wisdom; raw passions can become a greater compassion that trusts what resides in one's heart and even in the hearts of others. Until the heart opens and the eyes begin to see there is always the danger of blindness and narrowness and the tendency to hold onto narrow ways of being. — Michael Meade

Mother wanted me to come out in a kimono, so we had quite a fight. — Edith Bouvier Beale

I believe you have to have balance in your life. — Paula Creamer

Schuyler knew that one day it would come to this. That she would have to lose one to have the other one. That this game would have consequences. — Melissa De La Cruz

Apple has lost a visionary and creative genius, and the world has lost an amazing human being. — Tim Cook

Man being condemned to be free carries the weight of the whole world on his shoulders; he is responsible for the world and for himself as a way of being. — Jean-Paul Sartre

There is also the story about Tyrone Slothrop, who was sent into the Zone to be present as his own assembley--perhaps heavily paranoid voices whisper, 'his time's assembley'--and there ought to be a punchline to it, but there isn't. The plan went wrong. He is being broken down instead and being scattered. His cards have been laid down, Celtic style, in the order suggested by Mr. A.E. Waite, laid out and read, but they are the cards of a tanker and feeb: they point only to a long and scuffling future, to mediocrity...-to no clear happiness or redeeming cataclysm. — Thomas Pynchon

Meanwhile, what do you do? How do you occupy this absence of yourself from the world and of the world from you? You read; you do not raise your eyes from the book between one airport and the other, because beyond the page there is the void, the anonymity of stopovers, of the metallic uterus that contains you and nourishes you, of the passing crowd always different and always the same. — Italo Calvino