Hayler Rebecca Quotes & Sayings

The center of every man's existence is a dream. Death, disease, insanity, are merely material accidents, like a toothache or a twisted ankle. That these brutal forces always besiege and often capture the citadel does not prove that they are the citadel. — G.K. Chesterton

Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's. — Cassandra Clare

The object is not to make the tree look like a bonsai, but to make the bonsai look like a tree. — John Naka

Known to the Chinese as 'Iron-Headed Old Rat — Niall Ferguson

The government of the world I live in was not framed, like that of Britain, in after-dinner conversations over the wine. — Henry David Thoreau

All cats talk however they want. To whomever they want. But only a rude human speaks out of turn. Be quiet. — Robin Hobb

Man is doomed not when he does not know, but when he does not want to know. — Raheel Farooq

My favorite thing about going to concerts has always been looking around and thinking that there's a lot of people in here that are very much like me, a lot of people in here I could have a full conversation with. — Jason Isbell

A simple example is to take a slow in-breath while seeing yourself pulling energy from the earth up through your feet until your body is filled with this energy, then exhale and relax. Repeating this process eight or more times at the beginning of the session can give you additional energy for your healing time in the current. — Josie Ravenwing

What does rasta mean? Righteousness. — Bob Marley

I think I come from a time when all the artists I grew up with and I loved always used to try and push the boundaries, and there doesn't seem so much of that, really. — Paul Weller

You stand for nothing. You respect nobody. The music you dance to is devoid of beauty, its lyrics empty of humor or cleverness. — David Klass

I didn't want to spend my life behind a desk. — John Gilpin

Her heart nearly burst as she at last plunged into his embrace in one wild rush, screaming out her need, her love, her completion, wanting only to know his name so she might give everything of herself to him. His glowing smile was for her and her alone. His lips were for her and her alone. She closed that last bit of space toward him, longing to at last kiss the love of her life, the mate to her soul, the one and only true passion in all of life.
His lips were there, at last, she fell into his outstretched arms, into his embrace, into his perfect kiss.
In that flawless instant when her lips were just touching his, she saw through him, just beyond him, the merciless unyeilding valley floor hurtling up toward her, and she knew at last his name.
Death. — Terry Goodkind