Deaper Quotes & Sayings

The road to Heaven is ascension; always climb upward. — Duane Hewitt

And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail ... — Bob Dylan

My daily schedule is quite hectic, but I have to put my health first in order to be the best mom and wife I can be. — Ellen Pompeo

You're never healing the level you're on. You're always healing the level you came from. For example, you know things today that you didn't know in your first marriage. — Iyanla Vanzant

It smelled big, smelled like morning in a church hall where a jumble sale was going on, the air a weak infusion in which stale, damp coats steeped with the crumbling fresh pinkness of homemade coconut ice, the sneeze-provoking pages of old children's annuals and the sour metal lick of cast-off Dinky cars. — Alan Moore

Whenever your mind is totally absorbed in whatever activities you are performing, your mind will remain calm and content. — Chin-Ning Chu

Ceremonies are the first thing to be attended to in the practice of government. — Confucius

Tristan's decline was steady and sure after that.
Every tragedy, every harship, seemed to suck him just a little bit deaper into the grip of his own personal hell.
It felt like every slip up, every relapse, was pulling us down, until the weight of all our failures was dragging us under.
At first we were drowning together, but my will to survive was too strong to let that continue forever.
My hold on him became weaker and weaker, and eventually, every finger broken, my hands opened, and I let him go.
No one could say I didn't fight for him. No one could say I didn't lose. — R.K. Lilley

Damn it, Gabe." Pagan wrenched out of his hold and grabbed his shoulders. "Tell me what you want."
"To kiss you." The words tumbled from his lips, harsher than he intended. "Just once. To know what it's like. What you taste like."
Pagan's eyes darkened.
"Maybe then I'll be able to forget you."
Pagan arched an eyebrow and stepped forward. "You think it's that simple?"
Gabe held his ground. "Yeah."
"So do it." They stood chest to chest. Pagan's warm breath caressed Gabe's forehead when he said softly, "Kiss me, cop. Then try to forget me. — Avril Ashton

When the possesor of truth was weak and the defender of the lie was strong, was it better to bend before the greater force? Or, by standing firm against it, might one discover a deaper strength in oneself and lay the despot low? When the soldiers of truth launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of the lie, should they be seen as liberators or had they, by using their enemy's weapons against him, themselves become the scorned barbarians whose houses they had set on fire? What were the limits of tolerance? How far, in the pursuit of the right, could we go before we crossed a line, arrived at the antipodes of ourselves, and became wrong? — Salman Rushdie