Guidetti Stuffed Quotes & Sayings

If you're willing to work harder than anybody else, you can create your own luck — Nolan Bushnell

We came to realize how little married couples see of each other once they crawl in the bourgeois box. — Erica Jong

When one of the emperors of China asked Bodhidharma (the Zen master who brought Zen from India to China) what enlightenment was, his answer was, "Lots of space, nothing holy." Meditation is nothing holy. Therefore there's nothing that you think or feel that somehow gets put in the category of "sin." There's nothing that you can think or feel that gets put in the category of "bad." There's nothing that you can think or feel that gets put in the category of "wrong." It's all good juicy stuff - the manure of waking up, the manure of achieving enlightenment, the art of living in the present moment. — Pema Chodron

China does not exist. Nevertheless, she longs to be there. — Margaret Atwood

A little inhumanity does not describe you as heartless, rather, it is a way of telling others that you have a heart that can get angry. — Michael Bassey Johnson

Sixty-four thousand dollars for a question, I hope they are asking you the meaning of life. — Paul Scofield

this absolute power of God over man is counterbalanced by the idea that man is God's potential rival. — Erich Fromm

Art thaws even the frozen, darkened soul, opening it to lofty spiritual experience. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Brant had said my embellishing constituted a disservice to history and its players. But I believed the opposite. Marooning them on the forlorn island of Only What We Know, a place whose boundaries were determined by the scant information provided by a handful of surviving documents, seemed the greater disservice. I paid homage with my imagination, and hoped I might get visitors to do the same. — Leah Hager Cohen

Incredibly fond. — Sophie Kinsella

She turned back to the door fishing her key out of her purse. Once the key was in the lock, the door flew open revealing darkness. All she had time for was a squeak before she was abruptly pulled in the house by her shirt. The door slammed shut and locked behind her with a clank of sliding metal. — Nicole Rae

She points to the door. "Leave!"
"No." So she picks up a hairbrush and throws it at him. It beans him on the head and ricochets to the wall, where it wedges behind the TV.
"Ow!" He grabs his head, grimacing. "That hurt!"
"Good, it was supposed to. — Neal Shusterman