Hendriksen Lake Quotes & Sayings

Like" as a friend. "Like" as respect.
There are so many different kinds of "likes."
So when does "like" turn into "love"? Where's the boundary? — Peach-Pit

Essays in Zen Buddhism — Alan W. Watts

Death is not the enemy. A life lived without love is the enemy. — Tom Shadyac

We might be the holographic image of a two-dimensional structure. — Brian Greene

A tyranny based on ... deception and maintained by terror must inevitably perish from the poison it generates within itself. — Albert Einstein

We should pray and seek for knowledge which would enable us to portray and project the things we love in music, in a way that might wholly or in some part, be appreciated as having been conceived and composed or performed and presented with dedication and in positive taste — John Coltrane

There are other things I want to focus on rather than staying in shape. — Lily James

Nobody's going to dictate our freedom — David Ortiz

No strings attached," Constance said again. "Oh, there are always strings," I replied. "Whether we put them there or not. — Caitlin R. Kiernan

Whenever Mr. Snagsby and his conductors are stationary, the crowd flows round, and from its squalid depths obsequious advice heaves up to Mr. Bucket. Whenever they move, and the angry bull's-eyes glare, it fades away and flits about them up the alleys, and in the ruins, and behind the walls, as before. — Charles Dickens

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Afternoons, when the fossil sea was warm and motionless, and the wine trees stood stiff in the yard, and the little distant Martian bone town was all enclosed, and no one drifted out their doors, you could see Mr. K himself in his room, reading from a metal book with raised hieroglyphs over which he brushed his hand, as one might play a harp. And from the book, as his fingers stroked, a voice sang, a soft ancient voice, which told tales of when the sea was red steam on the shore and ancient men had carried clouds of metal insects and electric spiders into battle. — Ray Bradbury

Although the spoken word is over six million years old, — Emma Walton Hamilton