Garuti Texas Quotes & Sayings

I fell in love with New York. It was like every human being, like any relationship. When I was a young New Yorker, it was one city. When I was a grown man, it was another city. I worked with many dance organizations and many wonderful people. — Mikhail Baryshnikov

You will find no one willing to share out his money; but to how many does each of us divide up his life! People are frugal in guarding their personal property; but as soon as it comes to squandering time they are most wasteful of the one thing in which it is right to be stingy. — Seneca.

At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world. — Jules Michelet

Relax and renew your spirit! — Lailah Gifty Akita

Sometimes falling rain
carries memories of betrayal
there in the woods
where she was not meant to be
too young she believes
in her right to be free
in her body
free from harm
believing nature
a wilderness she can enter
be solaced
believing the power
that there be sacred place
that there can be atonement now
she returns with no fear
facing the past
ready to risk
knowing these woods now
hold beauty and danger — Bell Hooks

Well, ever since I was little, I knew that singing was what I wanted to do, and then I got into, you know, doing drama club and community theater. — Jordin Sparks

I came out of the womb waving red lipstick. — Rose McGowan

Watch some kids, watch them play. You'll see they're just little adults, only they don't know all the rules and tricks yet. — Graeme Simsion

What will be the legacy of your own quilt? How will you be remembered? These questions are potent measuring sticks for anyone who cares about making a difference, not just making a living. — Keith Ferrazzi

We are limited but we can push back the borders of our limitations — Stephen Covey

With Quinn, safety wasn't even an illusion. It was an impossibility — Alyssa Day

Lips I ache to press to mine
Until the morning hour
Come with me
Across that line
Surrender to love's power — Madison Parker

You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can't get me out of the story. I'm the plot, babe, and don't ever forget it. — Margaret Atwood