Feiring Angus Quotes & Sayings

I've lost the one girl I found. — Howard Dietz

Are you healed? One sure way to tell if you've healed from your past pain is to be aware of how you feel when someone brings it up. Are you anxious, sad, emotional? If you are, the wound has not completely healed. But if you can hear a name from your past, recall a memory without flinching, then you know that your scar tissue is protecting you and that inside you're healthy and strong again. It's a wonderful feeling to feel nothing at all when your hurtful past doesn't hurt anymore. — Toni Sorenson

Pretty and demented at the same time, like me. — Billie Joe Armstrong

The fact that people who create are good workers tends to be lost. — Abraham Maslow

Once information slipped the bonds of gravity and friction, it tended to gather where it was most valuable. — H.W. Brands

There's something in life that's a curtain, and I keep trying to raise it. — Maxine Hong Kingston

The cafes bore me; going downstairs is a nuisance. Painting and sleeping - that's all there is. — Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec

People don't rise from nothing, — Malcolm Gladwell

Success in life comes not from holding a good hand, but in playing a poor hand well. — Denis Waitley

The point is that this is not only for the rich; it is for those who prioritize healthy, naturally raised food over other discretionary spending. — Tim Young

She knew that she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in. Having Cecily about was a joy for Will; Tessa could see that when they sat together before the fire, speaking Welsh softly, and his eyes glowed; he had even grown to like Gabriel and Gideon, and they were friends for him, though no one could be a friend as Jem had been. And of course, Charlotte's and Henry's love was as steadfast as ever. The wound would never go away ... the haunted look faded from his eyes, she began to breathe more easily, knowing that look was not a mortal one. — Cassandra Clare

A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being — E. E. Cummings

Is nature a gigantic cat? If so, who strokes its back? — W. Bernard Carlson