Containerized Longleaf Quotes & Sayings

Flowing from this union, source of a plenitude of joy, the love of the couple reveals itself through the daily acceptance of the limits and faults of each other and in mutual openness. It is this acceptance in and through gentleness, kindness, forgiveness, confidence and the desire to see shining in the other the warm light of the Spirit of God that becomes the great sign of the merciful love of God for man and His incessant forgiveness. — Jean Vanier

Computers, it seemed, could be programmed to do almost anything but sense when someone was up to no good. — James S.A. Corey

I despise child molesters! — Aaron B. Powell

Ivy Hisselpenny was the unfortunate victim of circumstances that dictated she be only-just-pretty, only-just-wealthy, and possessed of a terrible propensity for wearing extremely silly hats. — Gail Carriger

When I am occupied with a work that requires continuity - a novel, for example - I write every day. — Jose Saramago

Try closing your doors to worldliness and you will see a thousand others opened by God Almighty, the Opener of Doors. That is, He is the only one who opens doors. thus, if you wish His door of providence, good pleasure, and appreciation to open to you, then you must keep your doors closed to all worldly expectations for a lifetime. — M. Fethullah Gulen

Spontaneity in the therapeutic work arises when the therapist can allow creative and authentic impulses to arise from moment to moment from the inner being, from the meditative quality within, from the inner emptiness, from the capacity to surrender to life. Then the therapist becomes less of a technician and more of an artist in the therapeutic work. It is then when the therapist and client meets in awareness without any barrier between. — Swami Dhyan Giten

Photos should suggest a word(s) and vice versa. They should be equal and interchangeable. — John Baldessari

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,
call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again? — A.E. Housman

Who do we know in Canberra who wears a suit?' Libby asked. 'More importantly, who looks good?' I asked. 'Stephen Smith,' Libby offered. 'Wayne Swan,' Denise countered. 'Peter Garrett?' Libby asked 'Greg Combet, most definitely,' I insisted. 'Julia Gillard,' Libby said adamantly. Both Denise and I looked at her strangely. 'What? Seriously, she wears a suit better than any of those guys. Especially that purple one she has. — Anita Heiss

The mandate given to me was one of change. — Benigno Aquino III

I always thought the desert was the antithesis of peace - something that attacks you. So you don't go to the desert for peace. — Sam Shepard