Colomar Oak Quotes & Sayings

Never believe a man's claim that he has to harm his partner in order to protect her; only abusers think this way. — Lundy Bancroft

The entire universe is just an expression, projection, of the Being, of the Self. Within this small body, you are able to experience the infinite space. — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

Merely by being born intelligent, you right away find yourself in absolute exile. — Milan Kundera

Waters are distilled out of Herbs, Flowers, Fruits, and Roots. — Nicholas Culpeper

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face. — Gayle Forman

A lot of the interesting issues and dynamics within a city occur over things such as socio-economic issues or ethnic issues. But they require a much more elaborate model of human behavior. — Will Wright

To sell John Brown what John Brown buys, you've got to see things through John Brown's eyes. — Anonymous

Material things don't matter. — John Catsimatidis

We must have passed through life unobservantly, if we have never perceived that a man is very much himself what he thinks of others. — Frederick William Faber

Pot enables you to think clearly without any fear or any limits. It's a mind-expander, which is part of why it's illegal and why drugs like Vicodin are legal. — Roseanne Barr

No screen?" She nudged him away, scanned the walls. "Seriously? What kind of place is this?"
"The sort where people use bedrooms for sex and sleep, which is exactly waht I have in mind." To prove it, he tumbled her onto the bed.
It squeaked.
"What is that? Did you hear that? Is there a farm animal in here?"
"I'm fairly certain they keep those outside. It's the bed." He tugged her shirt over her head.
Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."
Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex."
"Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!'"
Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought. — J.D. Robb

What writes worse than a Theodore Dreiser? ... Two Theodore Dreisers. — Dorothy Parker

Once you have missed the first buttonhole, you'll never manage to button up. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

The abbot had called her a sweet soul. This was true, but she was also massively irritating. She fussed over Rabalyn as if he was still three years old, and her conversation was absurdly repetitive. Every time he left the little cottage she would ask: 'Are you going to be warm enough?' If he voiced any concerns about life, schooling or future plans, she would say: 'I don't know about that. It's enough to have food on the table today.' Her days were spent cleaning other people's sheets and clothes. In the evenings she would unravel discarded woollen garments and create balls of faded wool. Then she would knit scores of squares, which would later be fashioned into blankets. Some she sold. Others she gave away to the poorhouse. Aunt Athyla was never idle. — David Gemmell