Ephemerals Music Quotes & Sayings

When you expand your awareness, your energy flows freely. You're more flexible, balanced, and creative. You view yourself and the world with more compassion and understanding. You have more energy and are open to new possibilities. — Deepak Chopra

Christ went more willingly to the cross than we do to the throne of grace. — Thomas Watson

I am thrilled to be able to bring my vision of beauty to others who may be inspired by it. — Carol Alt

If a trip is worth taking, members of Congress should be prepared to justify paying for it out of their office accounts. — Russ Feingold

I could really use someone else's smile today. — Richelle E. Goodrich

I started writing poetry because language was how I understood the world. It was a paradigm that made everything matter and in forms that were safe to hold what I felt. — Grace Cavalieri

I think if we want to find happiness by finding a life partner, then it's a little selfish. You should be complete within yourself, so that when you're in a relationship, you can give out happiness rather than expect it. — Shahid Kapoor

Streaking through a large crowd has always been a secret fantasy of mine. — Rashida Jones

When you become empowered everyone becomes interested in you. — Frederick Lenz

Every acquisition of accommodation becomes material for assimilation, but assimilation always resists new accommodations. — Jean Piaget

When he came to earth as the Redeemer, it was given into his hands, and all men are responsible unto him. He took the burden of humanity that he might save men from the consequences of their sins. He is in one their Advocate and Judge. Having tasted the very dregs of human affliction and temptation, he is qualified to understand the frailties and sins of men, and to pronounce judgment upon them. Therefore, the Father has given this work into the hands of his Son, knowing that He who victoriously withstood the temptations of Satan, in behalf of man, will be all-wise, just, and gracious in his dealing with him. — Ellen G. White

I crouch beside her bed and stumble through the only prayer I know: now I lay me down to sleep and pray the Lord my soul to keep. It's a appropriate, I think. And still I feel worthless. I want to comfort her, to chase her fears into the snow. But sympathy is buried in me, like a stone in the belly of a goat. And the goat is the rare animal that will eat garbage. I hold her hand until she falls asleep, then steal fifty dollars from her purse. — Will Christopher Baer