Cloacas En Quotes & Sayings

Looking up and out, how can we not respect this ever-vigilant cognizance that distinguishes us: the capability to envision, to dream, and to invent? the ability to ponder ourselves? and be aware of our existence on the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars? Cognizance is our crest. — Vanna Bonta

Organizations that destroy the status quo win. Whatever the status quo is, changing it gives you the opportunity to be remarkable. — Seth Godin

Hello, you've reached the winter of our discontent. — Ethan Hawke

We can control our lives by controling our perceptions. — Bruce H. Lipton

Somehow we have been taught to believe that the experiences of girls and women are not important in the study and understanding ofhuman behavior. If we know men, then we know all of humankind. These prevalent cultural attitudes totally deny the uniqueness of the female experience, limiting the development of girls and women and depriving a needy world of the gifts, talents, and resources our daughters have to offer. — Jeanne Elium

'Where'd You Go, Bernadette' was surprisingly easy and fun to write because I was feeling such strong emotions. — Maria Semple

The atheists traditionally hold their conventions from Good Friday to Easter Sunday during the hours Christ spent in the grave. — Bill Murray

Do not fear, from now on you will be catching men" (v. 10). Contrary to what you may have been told, Jesus doesn't limit his recruiting to the stout-hearted. The beat up and worn out are prime prospects in his book, and he's been known to climb into boats, bars, and brothels to tell them, "It's not too late to start over. — Max Lucado

WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But finally he had a change of heart - and rising one morning with the dawn, he went before the sun, and spoke thus to it: — Friedrich Nietzsche

I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart. — Rachel Vincent