Cojean Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world. — Sarah J. Maas

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. — Paul Harding

Prayer is listening. — Soren Kierkegaard

If you're a doctor or a lawyer or teacher, if you only get three things right out of 10, you're considered a failure. — Jamie Moyer

Wearing a bikini on a magazine cover is my 41st birthday present to myself. — Faith Hill

Armed with the new right to sell their products back to host societies, they can bleed both producing and buying populations at the same time. That is why under new international "free trade" agreements private corporations and businesses have increasingly demanded that governments deregulate and lower taxes so that they are not obliged to pay the cost of sustaining the life of host-societies or their environments. — John McMurtry

The Little Prince : What are you doing there?
The Tippler : I am drinking.
The Little Prince : Why are you drinking?
The Tippler : So that I may forget.
The Little Prince : Forget what?
The Tippler : Forget that I am ashamed.
The Little Prince : Ashamed of what?
The Tippler : Ashamed of drinking! — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Whereas if you have a camera in the courtroom, there's no filtering. What you see is what's there. — Lance Ito

This sounds really corny, but I am a slave to my work, a workaholic, and glad of it. I like what I do; this is my place, my little universe, one of them. — Henry Rollins

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

At that point, one of two things usually happens. Either we blame the client or we blame ourselves. The first gives rise to a terrible therapist; the second, a soon-to-be burned out, a.k.a. former, therapist. — Linda Curran