Heathcote Garden Quotes & Sayings

I wanted to grow something under my heart. I wanted to breathe, to eat, to blossom for someone else. Stephen — Jodi Picoult

The worldly life means a market place of sensual pleasures. Worldly life means false (temporary) happiness all the time. And moksha (liberation) means permanent happiness all the time. — Dada Bhagwan

The days of my vanity are over and heaven knows they weren't happy enough to regret — Emma Donoghue

Love, you're a goddess. You were never normal. — Lia Davis

People LOVE change (when it's about changing others). People HATE change (when it's about changing themselves). — Richie Norton

I mean, what's great about touring is that's what you do. You're in a constant state of motion and then you stop to do a show and you move onto the next city. All you have to do is do the show. That's the only responsibility that you have. — Margaret Cho

The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it — Louis De Bernieres

Enlightenment is the unprogrammed state. — Jed McKenna

If the world is too flat, people like me will slide right off. — Amy Harmon

As if it were the equal of Western classical or art music. The recordings were given respect, thoughtful presentation, and technical attention that was all too rare for non-Western music. I had grown up on Folkways's Nonesuch field recordings and the stuff Lomax had done for the Library of Congress, but the production values on the Ocora releases were on a whole other level. Eno and I realized that music from elsewhere didn't need to sound distant, scratchy, or "primitive." These recordings were as well produced as any contemporary recording in any genre. You were made to feel, for example, that this music wasn't a ghostly remnant from some lost culture, soon — David Byrne

You can transmit the kundalini physically when people are there, and of course, long distance. It is energy, inter-dimensional energy. — Frederick Lenz

There's something about these obscure vignettes of former lives that's very powerful. Our woods are full of old cellar holes, tumbled-down chimneys, ancient scraggly lilacs absurdly tall still stretching toward the light. — Leslie Land