Ethermine Calculator Quotes & Sayings

The third boat was quite pretty, too ... this one was an Adirondack fishing boat, and even though it was only half finished, I could picture Jay Gatsby in it, casting a line over the side while he yearned for that shallow tramp, Daisy. — Kristan Higgins

I'm in love with her and I'm in love with Maxwell. I don't know if it's equal. How do you measure how much you love someone? If they were both hanging off a cliff and I could only choose one, I'd join them on the cliff and hope we could go together. I can't divide myself from them. — Amelia LeFay

Your holy will is the life of my soul. — Maria Faustina Kowalska

We may give advice, but not the sense to use it. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Osho often reminds us that if existence has invited us to be here, who else's permission do we need to accept ourselves as we are? Once — Osho

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes - specialize in having fun! — Jim Morrison

You should be the stupidest person... if you kill somebody and you don't know what to do with her/his... body. — Deyth Banger

Far better that false hope should lull you,
Than that sheer blackness yawn at you — Ivan Klima

No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel — Edwin Arlington Robinson

We are sitting on our honeymoon bed in the honeymoon suite. We are in a state of honeymoon, in our honey month. These words are so sweet: honey, moon. This bed is so big, we could live on it. We have been happily marooned
honey marooned
on this bed for days. — Kelly Link

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music. — William Shakespeare

That difficulty and ease produce the one (the idea of) the other; — Lao-Tzu

I made it when I was young, by my standards, after years of playing on various harps. I shaped its pieces out of Ymris oak beside night fires in far, lonely places where I heard no man's voice but my own. I carved on each piece the shapes of leaves, flowers, birds I saw in my wanderings. In An, I searched three months for strings for it. I found them finally; sold my horse for them. They were strung to the broken harp of Ustin of Aum, who died of sorrow over the conquering of Aum. Its strings were tuned to his sorrow, and its wood was split like his heart. I strung my harp with them, matching note for note in the restringing. And then I returned them to my joy." Morgon — Patricia A. McKillip

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable. — Honore De Balzac