Consigny Andrews Quotes & Sayings

The mind is not forced to believe in the existence of anything (subjectivism, absolute idealism, solipsism, skepticism: c.f. the Upanishads, the Taoists and Plato, who, all of them, adopt this philosophical attitude by way of purification). That is why the only organ of contact with existence is acceptance, love. That is why beauty and reality are identical. That is why joy and the sense of reality are identical. — Simone Weil

So the guy who shot Gadhafi was wearing a Yankees cap. Did you see that? If he'd had a Boston Red Sox hat on he probably would have missed. — David Letterman

I don't lift weights. — Liam Hemsworth

I'm one of those people you can tell 'no' a million different ways, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to figure out some way to get you to say 'yes.' People have always underestimated me. I have great stamina, great tenacity. — Morgan Fairchild

To lose is not always failure. — Quentin Crisp

Who cries for the children, I do! — Ronnie James Dio

If you cant beat 'em cooperate 'em to death! — Charles M. Schulz

The thing that sucks is that there's so much false data because people are in mystery as to what Scientology is, so they just kind of make up stuff. — Laura Prepon

You can do what you will: but at each given moment of your life you can will only one determined thing and by no means anything other than this one. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Moving pictures can be and will be new and fresh and exciting as long as there are ideas and talent in the world. — Walt Disney

Worry is the product of feverish imagination working under the stimulus of desires ... It is a necessary resultant of attachment to the past or to the anticipated future, and it always persists in some form or other until the mind is completely detached from everything. — Meher Baba

If we are not inwardly wrought upon, and changed by the powerful operations of the Holy Spirit, and our moral actions proceed from a principle of a new nature, however we may call ourselves Christians, we shall be found naked at the great day. — George Whitefield

Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves,
And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,
And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves.
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms,
Under the star of dusk, through stealing mist,
And blessed the earth, and gone, while no man wist.
With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes,
And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep;
While the earth dreamed, and only I was ware
Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams;
There was no sound amid the sacred boughs.
Nor any mournful music in her streams:
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the yearly slain,
And wept, and weep until she come again. — Frederic Manning

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense. — Charles Churchill