Ferrill Quotes & Sayings

All the things are want are hard to find the words for. — Brenna Yovanoff

It's a beautiful thing, to my people who keep an impressive wingspan, even when the cubicle shrink. — Aesop Rock

Love is the language of the heart,
which everyone understands. — Debasish Mridha

Simplicity reveals the pure beauty of life. — Debasish Mridha

And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us. — Edward Hirsch

A person without her or his own truth ain't a person at all, Ida said. Anybody who tells you different - is a jackass, and no longer deserves to be called human being. — Tom Spanbauer

Hypocrisy is wretched because the hypocrite says with his tongue what is not in his heart. He wrongs his tongue and oppresses his heart. But if the heart is sound, the condition of the tongue follows suit. We are commanded to be upright in speech, which is a gauge of the heart's state. — Hamza Yusuf

What you perceive as rejection is really someone making choices based on their needs at that time — Scott Allan

It takes a long long time, and a lot of wisdom to discover the true Spirit of Christmas. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

If I help one person out with getting through the struggles that I've had, then I've done my job on this planet and this life. — Demi Lovato

Well, I just want him to grow up happy. That's the main thing. — John Lennon

For many, graduation marks the end of formal student life - the end of long spring breaks and of thinking that a 10 A.M. class is far too early. — Alexa Von Tobel

Self-love is an unfolding process that gains strength over time, not a goal with a fixed end point. — Sharon Salzberg

O that I were stored with a secret, like unshed rain in summer clouds - a secret, folded up in silence, that I could wander away with.

O that I had someone to whisper to, where slow waters lap under trees that doze in the sun.

The hush this evening seems to expect a footfall, and you ask me for the cause of my tears.

I cannot give a reason why I weep, for that is a secret still withheld from me. — Rabindranath Tagore