Keemas Quilts Quotes & Sayings

What makes life 'worth living'? - The awareness that there is something for which one is ready to risk one's life — Friedrich Nietzsche

We pass now quickly from each other's sight; but I know full well that where beyond these passing scenes you shall be, there will be Heaven. — Joshua Chamberlain

Sometimes what I actually love to do is go to a farm and get fresh milk or watch a pig get slaughtered. — Jake Gyllenhaal

For most people, whenever possible, important habits should be scheduled for the morning. Mornings tend to unfold in a predictable way, and as the day goes on, more complications arise - — Gretchen Rubin

Father, help me never to place judgment upon another and then only upon the merit therein. — Neale Donald Walsch

Sebastian simply shrugged once more, placed his hand over his mouth in an exaggerated motion, and then bowed, gesturing to Robert. Robert translated this as 'I'm deeply sorry, but having promised my cousin that I wouldn't say a word, I must now embarrass him as best as I can with gestures. — Courtney Milan

It's an obsession of mine, that different people, in different places, are thinking the same thing, but for different reasons. I try to make films which connect people. — Krzysztof Kieslowski

Your world will follow your idea about yourself. — Neale Donald Walsch

You will, in time, see and show others not just the superficial, but the details, the meanings, and the implications of all that you look at ... — Jay Maisel

With this contradictory parentage of mine: solid English earth and French water goddess, one could expect anything from me. An enchantress or an ordinary girl. There are some who will say I am both. — Philippa Gregory

The darkness inside your head is something your imagination fills with stories that have nothing to do with the real darkness around you. — Adam Johnson

The sky is a virginal blue translucence as though bereft for a fleeting moment of the effects of both light and darkness. A crimson streak smoulders over the outline of the hills, a simmering bloodline. There is a solitary canoe on the water. A cold white sheen rises from the water. She holds her breath. As if to stop any more time from passing, to stop the future happening. The peacefulness of the morning is almost heartbreaking in its fragility. — Glenn Haybittle