Comellas Needham Quotes & Sayings

The truth is not that we need the critics in order to enjoy the authors, but that we need the authors in order to enjoy the critics. — C.S. Lewis

A sentence in a book may be the thing that changes your life. — Stephen Reed

Sometimes you just have to do things, Quentin," Julia said, as he climbed on board after her. "You spend too much of your time waiting. — Lev Grossman

What do I know about God and the purpose of life?
I know that this world exists.
That I am placed in it like my eye in its visual field.
That something about it is problematic, which we call its meaning.
This meaning does not lie in it but outside of it.
That life is the world.
That my will penetrates the world.
That my will is good or evil.
Therefore that good and evil are somehow connected with the meaning of the world.The meaning of life, i.e. the meaning of the world, we can call God.
And connect with this the comparison of God to a father. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

If you are considering building your own business, you need to be acutely aware of who you're spending your time with and who your teachers are. It's a crucial consideration. — Robert T. Kiyosaki

Country's for dancing and crying. AC/DC is for cleaning your truck. — Jamie McGuire

When the world is destroyed, it will be destroyed not by its madmen but by the sanity of its experts and the superior ignorance of its bureaucrats. — John Le Carre

You can collect all the plastic bottle caps you want as long as you give me the money so we can get off this death trap, find somewhere else and have tremendous fun screwing that up as well. — Felix Dennis

Siddhartha saw it hurrying, the river, which consisted of him and his loved ones and of all people, he had ever seen, all of these waves and waters were hurrying, suffering, towards goals, many goals, the waterfall, the lake, the rapids, the sea, and all goals were reached, and every goal was followed by a new one, and the water turned into vapour and rose to the sky, turned into rain and poured down from the sky, turned into a source, a stream, a river, headed forward once again, flowed on once again. — Hermann Hesse

Echo, how could you think I would leave you? How can you doubt how I feel? — Katie McGarry