Humectress Quotes & Sayings

Whatever binds us most, whatever is dearest to us, that is what we should offer the Lord. Doesn't a mother give her child whatever she thinks is the best? — Mata Amritanandamayi

Sometimes, with luck, we find the kind of true friend, male or female, that appears only two or three times in a lucky lifetime, one that will winter us and summer us, grieve, rejoice, and travel with us. — Barbara Holland

Perfect doesn't guarantee me anything. I can't control whether other people will want me or love me or even like me. I can only control how I feel about myself. And that's something I'm still discovering day by day. — Cora Carmack

When the preacher says it's for better or worse, you're so blinded by the possibility of better you fail to see the reality of worse. — Bette Lee Crosby

If you try to create a type, you may end with nothing. If you do a good job of creating an individual, you may succeed at creating a type. — F Scott Fitzgerald

When we hug, our hearts connect and we know that we are not separate beings. — Thich Nhat Hanh

The kind of man who can be pro-choice about your baby could also be pro-choice about you. — Mark Crutcher

Walking with my doggy is so much fun!
And she makes me laugh, she makes me run.
Licking she likes to make some good new friends,
Kindly enough with cyclists who spin with no end. — Ana Claudia Antunes

The only mistake is not to risk making one. — Max Lucado

In the country one sees only nature's fair works, and one's soul is not saddened by the cruel struggle for mere existence that goes on in the crowded city. — Helen Keller

Spicy food and I have a close relationship - an obsessive one, in fact. If it's spicy, I want it. I want to sweat and shake and go half blind from the searing pain ... which, now that I put it that way, seems really suggestive. But spicy stuff is addictive. That's a known fact of science. — Maureen Johnson

A good man does not spy around for the black spots in others, but presses unswervingly on towards his mark. — Marcus Aurelius

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life. — Charles Bukowski