Garden Of Possibilities Quotes & Sayings

Well, as you can plainly see, the possibilities are endless like meandering paths in a great big beautiful garden. — William S. Burroughs

I'm getting tired of answering the same questions every day. — Milton Bradley

The game isn't over till it's over. — Yogi Berra

These reports that are not explained by natural phenomena or exploding outhouses are known as UFO's, which is the official abbreviation for Unidentified Flying Objects. I suppose it could also stand for Uncommonly Fat Orangutans, but in this case it does not. — Cuthbert Soup

It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged. — G.K. Chesterton

Next to Morning Pages and Artist Dates, the most potent tool for contacting inner guidance and creativity is walking. — Julia Cameron

The only thing better than singing is more singing. — Ella Fitzgerald

Because a garden mean constantly making choices, it offers almost limitless possibilities for surprise and satisfaction. — Jane Garmey

A teacher who cannot explain any abstract subject to a child does not himself thoroughly understand his subject; if he does not attempt to break down his knowledge to fit the child's mind, he does not understand teaching. — Fulton J. Sheen

So finding our place in the world as culture makers requires us to pay attention to culture's many dimensions. We will make something of the world in a particular ethnic tradition, in particular spheres, at particular scales. There is no such thing as "the Culture," and any attempt to talk about "the Culture," especially in terms of "transforming the Culture," is misled and misleading. Real culture making, not to mention cultural transformation, begins with a decision about which cultural world - or, better, worlds - we will attempt to make something of. — Andy Crouch

The one thing I will never do is become pigeonholed. — Vin Diesel

The fire had burned to coals and he lay looking up at the stars in their places and the hot belt of matter that ran the chord of the dark vault overhead and he put his hands on the ground at either side of him and pressed them against the earth and in that coldly burning canopy of black he slowly turned dead center to the world, all of it taut and trembling and moving enormous and alive under his hands.
What's her name? said Rawlins in the darkness.
Alejandra. Her name is Alejandra. — Cormac McCarthy