Chokchai Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death. — Elbert Hubbard

Faith's speculations to the worst and hardest, in point of resolution, are sweet. — Samuel Rutherford

But this first clumsy attempt showed her that the imagination itself was a source of secrets: once she had begun a story, no one could be told. Pretending in words was too tentative, too vulnerable, too embarrassing to let anyone know. Even writing out the she saids, the and thens, made her wince, and she felt foolish, appearing to know about the emotions of an imaginary being. Self-exposure was inevitable the moment she described a character's weakness; the reader was bound to speculate that she was describing herself. What other authority could she have? — Ian McEwan

I am sure I have heard this several times from places I can't recall, but it's not already in the Gaia Quotes database, so I add this profound insight from the fields of psychological healing and spiritual evolution. It sure has helped me. — Robert Frost

After all, what is life if love isn't fun? — Karen Cantwell

And in this it is right, for the meaning of any beautiful created thing is, at least, as much in the soul of him who looks at it as it was in his soul who wrought it. Nay, it is rather the beholder who lends to the beautiful thing its myriad meanings, and makes it marvellous for us, and sets it in some new relation to the age, so that it becomes a vital portion of our lives and a symbol of what we pray for, or perhaps of what, having prayed for, we fear that we may receive. — Oscar Wilde

To love or be loved is no crime. the really criminal thing is to make a person believe that he or she is the only one you could ever love. — Henry Miller

The waters hold all heaven within their heart. — Jan Karon

So what? We're supposed to whip Titus? Kill him? That would be Law." "Would it? Or would it just be vengeance?" "You're the poet. You figure it out." I kick a stone off the ramparts. — Pierce Brown

Such a profound occurrence, when the priorities of those in our lives shine so brightly a path away from who we once thought they were. This light sears insights onto us and helps us along our way. I wonder at times if my old friend hope is my only. She is a relentless presence who will never cease to be
a lone wanderer meeting me time and time again along this road. — Christopher Hawke

Memory is a tough place. You were there. — Claudia Rankine