Eloped With Ernie Quotes & Sayings

There is a great choice that awaits us every day: whether we go around carving holes in others because we have been so painfully carved ourselves, or whether we let spirit play its song through our tender experience, enabling us to listen, as well, to the miraculous music coming through others. — Mark Nepo

Win or lose today I am proud of the way my boys have played in the tournament. — Imran Khan

If you are unknown, you can work better! Deserted soils of the mountains create the most beautiful flowers! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Anybody who thinks that getting a communication from a voter in your district is spam - that guy is pork. Roast pork unless he changes his point of view. — Dick Morris

Be useful, that's all you ever say to me. But how can I be useful?" "That's something you have to discover for yourself, like everything else in life. No one can give you advice about that. I'd really like to
if I thought it would do any good." "And I'd like to know what you really mean." Silvestri smiled. "Don't worry. All I mean is that we won't become what we are meant to be in life by listening to other people's words or advice. We have to feel in our own flesh the wound that will make us into proper men. Then it's up to us to act ... — Jose Saramago

All you need is within you — Dawn James

Children have such an innocent view of their world and surroundings; every thought is a garden full of wonder. — C.J. Heck

I'm confused right now." I rub my sweaty palms on my knees.
Oak drags his index finger along my lower lip. "I know, baby. And scared?" I give a small nod. "I'm scared too. But let's work this out together. Let's see where it goes. We don't need labels or words. We just need to be together. — Erin Watt

He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how, but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him. They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured.
He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment. — James Joyce