Jelled Or Gelled Quotes & Sayings

We had been pulled apart by absence, but that same absence had shackled us together for life. — Siri Hustvedt

Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature. — Steve Maraboli

Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. — Tom Robbins

People who take risks like Amy Winehouse and Norah Jones take a second to catch on, but eventually they do because they're different and honest in a musical landscape that's not always like that. — Emmy Rossum

My paintings are inspirational for they allow the observer to experience infinite viewpoints and perceptions. They are not abstract for they represent what is actually more real than what our eyes are able to see. They allow the viewers to be inspired by taking their own perception beyond their senses and their surroundings. — Freydoon Rassouli

In the widely open cup of the armchair was I-330. I, on the floor, embracing her limbs, my head on her lap. We were silent. Everything was silent. Only the pulse was audible. Like a crystal I was dissolving in her, in I-330. I felt most distinctly how the polished facets which limited me in space were slowly thawing, melting away. I was dissolving in her lap, in her, and I became at once smaller and larger, and larger, unembraceable. For she was not she but the whole universe. For a second I and that armchair near the bed, transfixed with joy, we were one. — Yevgeny Zamyatin

In sickness we ought to ask God to give us patience, because it often happens, that when a man gets well, he not only does not do the good he proposed to do when he was sick, but he multiplies his sins and his ingratitude. — Philip Neri

I think of football as a sport the way ducks think of hunting as a sport. — Bill Watterson

The tragedy of her death was not that it made one, now and then and very intensely, unhappy. It was that it made her unreal; and us solemn, and self-conscious. We were made to act parts that we did not feel; to fumble for words that we did not know. It obscured, it dulled. — Virginia Woolf

Still may syllables jar with time,
Still may reason war with rhyme,
Resting never! — Ben Jonson

Purposeless life will definitely be gray, monotonous, ordinary and frustrating — Sunday Adelaja