Cxlt Quotes & Sayings

Everybody is looking with his own world of desires, expectations, passions, lust, greed, anger. There are a thousand and one things standing between you and your world; that's why you don't ever see it as it is. Once your eye is completely clean, clean of all the dust, once it becomes a pure mirror, it reflects that which is. And that is truth and truth liberates, but it has to be your own. My truth cannot liberate you, Buddha's truth cannot liberate you. There is only one possibility of liberation, that is your own truth. And all that you have to do is to create a dispassionate eye. — Rajneesh

I had no friends who would call upon me and break the monotony of my daily existence. — Arthur Conan Doyle

Since I was eight years old, I went to Trinity. I mean, I listened to Reverend Wright since I was a kid and I always heard him preach sermons of love and inspiration. — Will Ferrell

I'm very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you're painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge. — Jackson Pollock

Sometimes you need to give dishes a nap. — Jose Andres

People change and that, given time, all wounds fade to just an occasional painful throb."
~Atlantean God and 1st Dark-Hunter Acheron Parthenopaeus~ — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I couldn't have predicted the business would be worth so much. I could see that we would have this sort of market share, but I didn't realise the numbers would be so large. — Peter Hargreaves

This means that at some point in time Elohim was surrounded by absolute nothingness. — Paul Richardson

Tallennar. I knew what it meant. It meant thief. Well, that was all right. Because a thief really was a lot like a wizard. — Sarah Prineas

There's all sorts of soul. There's Irish soul and Native American soul. If it touches you and moves you, it's soul. — John Oates

Musicals are my favorite. I'm a musical theater buff. — Rutina Wesley

Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or who says it. — Malcolm X

They walked gingerly across the junk-filled vacant lots to the local abattoir - a place of infinite fascination, with its strange sights and stranger smells.
It was a thrill - because it outraged their every sense of animal love - to watch the killings. To see calm, innocent cattle led one by one into that room with the fetid smells and the stained, concrete floor always a'swish with running water. To see brawny, heavy-set Gus Milner and his equally big son, Charley, slip the snubbing rope through the ring in the cow's nose, and relentlessly draw its head down and down until its nose touched the heavy ring set in the floor, then fasten it.
Their hearts did strange nip-ups just back of their mouths as one of the men would pick up the heavy sledge, and with one great, perfectly aimed blow, strike the animal just between and a bit above the eyes. They always jumped at the sudden slump as the carcass dropped, spraddled and lifeless, to the floor.
("The Shed") — E. Everett Evans