Furbish Brew Quotes & Sayings
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I don't know what to do with my arms. It just makes me feel weird and I feel like people are looking at me and that makes me nervous. — Tyra Banks
Here lies, in a "horizontal" position The "outside" case of Peter Pendulum, watch-maker. He departed this life "wound up" In hopes of being "taken in hand" by his Maker, And of being thoroughly "cleaned, repaired" and "set a-going" In the world to come. — Woodrow Wilson
I was always an outsider, proud of being an outsider. I always reveled in the outsiders. — John Zorn
He wished he had feelings for Andi, wanted to be interested in her ... But there were 10 quick reasons why he wasn't interested. The biggest: Bailey Flanigan. He could hear her laugh from across the room. He sighed, and it felt like it came from the basement of his soul. — Karen Kingsbury
As human beings we can't stop the flow of time, but we can choose to do something constructive with the time that we have. — D. Allen Miller
Look within,
There is no difference between yourself, Self and Guru.
You are always Free.
There is no teacher, there is no student, there is no teaching. — H.W.L. Poonja
In their heyday, the Pet Shop Boys were the Interpol of the Eighties, dressing up to sing really weird pop songs about lust and loneliness in the big city. They're low-pro now, not retro-worshipped in the manner of Depeche Mode, New Order, or The Cure, but you can hear the reason why - these guys are too sad. — Rob Sheffield
By heart we believe and by mouth confess the one Church, not of heretics but the Holy Roman, Catholic, and Apostolic Church outside which we believe that no one is saved. — Pope Innocent III
Happiness has little to do with what is going on around you, and a lot to do with what is going on inside you. — Alan Cohen
And closely akin [...] was the call still sounding in the depths of the forest. It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what. — Jack London