Kennys Wood Quotes & Sayings

Theres a lot of blowhards in the political process, you know, a lot of hot-air artists, people who have got something fancy to say. — George W. Bush

There is no stranger under the cherry tree. — Kobayashi Issa

Compassionate thought is the most precious thing there is. It is something that only we human beings can develop. And if we have a good heart, a warm heart, warm feelings, we will be happy and satisfied ourselves, and our friends will experience a friendly and peaceful atmosphere as well. This can be experienced community to community, country to country, continent to continent. — Dalai Lama

He has learned that it is best to follow the light. — Paulo Coelho

I'm just very pleased and thankful that there was a receptive audience of people that I was able to connect with. — Fab Five Freddy

When you're not working is when you have to stay positive and remind yourself that you're talented. — Rutina Wesley

Also, some dreams can incorporate events that happened a few hours earlier, just before sleep. But dreams mostly incorporate memories that are a few days old. For example, experiments have shown that if you put rose-colored glasses on a person, it takes a few days before the dreams become rose-colored as well. — Michio Kaku

17The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. 18The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. — Anonymous

The older I grow, the more I find myself alone. — Alberto Giacometti

She looks like a very young old person, or a very old young person; but then, she's looked that way ever since she was two. — Margaret Atwood

I remember the strength of her body writhing inside the velvet. And, suddenly, the velvet was gone as though my greedy hands had worn it away and she stood flushed and trembling before me. I forgave every complaint I had leveled against God at the sight of her tremulous beauty - wisps of curls like trickles of burgundy trailing over breasts as plump and round as a pair of bandy hens fattened up for Sunday dinner. I could scarcely touch her. My fingertips traveled over her roundness. In rashness I gathered her to me, pressed against her ... lay her down. I was inside her before her back touched the sheets. Her sighs could give birth to new stars. — Kathleen Valentine

We may live
at the end of the twentieth century, but people still believe in ghosts. — Paulo Coelho