Chilterns Aonb Quotes & Sayings

Life is not a matter of creating a special name for ourselves, but of uncovering the name we have always had. — Richard Rohr

The burning glow of fire basked him in a warm light. I feared to look at him, to study him again after the train, but found him darkly beautiful. There were statues in the graveyard near Hampshire House. Perfect lines chiseled and molded into stone, but many had tiny cracks and imperfections. Petre had worn his defect as a scar, but what else had he hidden beneath the surface? — Rae Z. Ryans

You are the gardener of your own being, the seed of your destiny. - THE FINDHORN COMMUNITY — Cindy Trimm

The sooner I learn to forget myself in the desire that He may be glorified, the richer will be the blessing that prayer will bring to myself. No one ever loses by what he sacrifices to the Father. — Andrew Murray

The four main orientations of Morocco's foreign policy: the Maghreb, the Arab world, Africa and other partners — Saad-Eddine El Othmani

I honestly kind of hate shopping. My favorite places to shop are rich old lady consignment stores. — Lykke Li

You're owed a refund on your manhood. — Lee Goldberg

If your goal is transformation, then it's more important to teach them how to think than what to think. — Ken Hensley

Baseball was made for kids, and grown-ups only screw it up. — Bob Lemon

Most of the bands that I really like no longer exist. That might just be because I'm in my thirties or whatever. But I also think it's the rare band that doesn't, like, turn into something else. — Babatunde Adebimpe

I revise my suicide plan to slow death by morphling. I will become a yellow-skinned bag of bones, with enormous eyes. I'm a couple of days into the plan, making good progress, when something unexpected happens. I begin to sing. At the window, in the shower, in my sleep. Hour after hour of ballads, love songs, mountain airs. All the songs my father taught me before he died, for certainly there has been very little music in my life since. What's amazing is how clearly I remember them. The tunes, the lyrics. My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in. Days pass, weeks. I watch the snows fall on the ledge outside my window. And in all that time, mine is the only voice I hear. What — Suzanne Collins

What happens when two broken hearts meet? Then the road gets very bumpy, but sooner or later if the pieces fit then the broken pieces from each heart will mend the other one. — Faye Hall