Kaiulani Almeida Quotes & Sayings

19Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, Follow me! — Anonymous

Discipline is built by consistently performing small acts of courage. — Robin Sharma

Obviously there's Netflix, iTunes, and Amazon and all these other outlets. Fake It So Real is now on Fandor, and I think people have actually seen it there, which is fine. — Robert Greene

Even if you're lucky to have a play on Broadway like 'Chinglish,' you don't necessarily earn enough off it to support the years it takes to get there. — David Henry Hwang

I'm an amused observer. I don't bet or gamble; that's the worst thing. — Pablo Francisco

Whenever you are immersed in compulsive thinking, you are avoiding what is. You don't want to be where you are. Here, Now. — Eckhart Tolle

I don't think anyone can ever put into words the great things (Joe) DiMaggio did. Of all the stars I've known, DiMaggio needed the least coaching. — Joe

Over the balustrade I could see the dark trees of Webster Groves and the more distant TV-tower lights that marked the boundaries of my childhood. A night wind coming across the football practice field carried the smell of thawed winter earth, the great sorrowful world-smell of being alive beneath a sky. — Jonathan Franzen

All great enterprises are self-supporting. — Henry David Thoreau

My music should evoke a feeling; whether it's a feeling in your stomach, goosebumps, whatever. When you don't get a feeling then there's a problem. — Rahki

Echo and Shadow

A room
and a room. And between them

she leans in the doorway
to say something,

lintel bright above her face,
threshold dark beneath her feet,

her hands behind her head gathering
her hair to tie and tuck at the nape.

A world and a world.

Dying and not dying.
And between them
the curtains blowing
and the shadows they make on her body,

a shadow of birds, a single flock,
a myriad body of wings and cries
turning and diving in complex unison.
Shadow of bells,

or the shadow of the sound
they make in the air, mornings, evenings,
everywhere I wait for her,

as even now her voice
seems a lasting echo
of my heart's calling me home, its story
an ocean beyond my human beginning,

each wave tolling the whole note
of my outcome and belonging. — Li-Young Lee

America is facing a looming shortage of doctors, nurses, and physicians' assistants. — John Barrasso