Etaient Etre Quotes & Sayings

Most people throw away their personal power ... If you want to know where, look at who and what you hate, blame, resent, and envy. — Steve Maraboli

Oh, my gods.
There were furies in the Covenant. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

I've never been in love, never in my life.
Oh, I've dreamed of love, dreamed endlessly, day and night,
but my soul is like a fine piano that's locked,
and the key is lost. — Sarah Ruhl

Not trust. There is none.
Not honesty. Honesty is a farce.
And definitely not love. Love was the greatest ruse of all. Designed to trap and enslave and ultimately destroy. — Elisabeth Naughton

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. — Emily Bronte

We need to ask the moral questions: Do I have a right to be rich? And do I have a right to be content living in a world with so much poverty and inequality? These questions motivate us to view the issue of inequality as central to human living. — Amartya Sen

All of spiritual practice is a matter of relationship: to ourselves, to others, to life's situations. — Jack Kornfield

Soul is a feeling, not a color, — Lionel Richie

He stepped to the window and pointed to the skyscrapers of the city. He said that we had to extinguish the lights of the world, and when we would see the lights of New York go out, we would know that our job was done. — Ayn Rand

Pizza makes you a hero in the eyes of your kids. "Daddy got pizza!" You are higher status walking in the door with a pizza than if you were returning from a war with a Purple Heart. — Jim Gaffigan

I just love France, I love French people, I love the French language, I love French food. I love their mentality. I just feel like it's me. I'm very French. — Olga Kurylenko

No, I'm not feminist. I'm not, not a feminist. — Lily Rabe

You are not a cow, and I am no apostle of cud chewing. — Irvin D. Yalom

I have always been jealous of artists. The smell of the studio, the names of the various tools, the look of a half-finished canvas all shout of creation. What do writers have in comparison? Only the flat paper, the clacketing of the typewriter or the scrape of a pen across a yellow page. And then, when the finished piece is presented, there is a small wonder on one hand, a manuscript smudged with erasures or crossed out lines on the other. The impact of the painting is immediate, the manuscript must unfold slowly through time. — Jane Yolen