Kenoyer Greenhouse Quotes & Sayings

I have to disregard everybody else, and then I can do my own work. — Richard P. Feynman

From a brain perspective, every time we do something we are more likely to do it again, and every time we stop ourselves from doing something we are less likely to do it again. — John Izzo

you ruptured
the love lakes
of my longing
and scattered
the continents
of my heart. — K.Y. Robinson

Being robbed hurts - not physically, but from what it does to your pride. — John Boyega

I don't know how to dress girls, I know how to dress women — Beth Fantaskey

The Baby Boomers: whiny, narcissistic, self-indulgent people with a simple philosophy: "Gimme that! It's mine!" — George Carlin

Each was radiant, gorgeous. How they posed for me. — Justin Torres

The name Kylie can be used for Scrabble, as it is an aboriginal word for boomerang. Which is why Ms Minogue is so good at comebacks. — Kathy Lette

Let the people think they govern and they will be governed — William Penn

Delegate - work smarter not harder; do what you do best and drop the rest; get control of your calendar; do what you love because it will give you energy; work with people you like so your energy isn't depleted. — John C. Maxwell

So these days, I'm on the lookout for grace, and I'm especially on the lookout for ways that I withhold grace from myself and from other people. At first, showing people grace makes you feel powerful, like scattering candy from a float in a parade - grace for you, grace for you. You become almost giddy, thinking of people in generous ways, allowing for their faults, absorbing minor irritations. You feel great, and then you start to feel just ever so slightly superior, because you're so incredibly evolved and gracious. But then inevitably something happens, and it usually involves you confronting one of your worst selves, often in public, and you realize that you're not throwing candy off a float to a nameless, dirty public, but rather that you are that nameless, dirty public, and that you are starving and on your knees, praying for a little piece of sweetness, just one mouthful of grace. — Shauna Niequist

Sometimes I wrestle my demons. Sometimes we just snuggle. - BUMPER STICKER — Darynda Jones

Mrs. Heath wanted to sprinkle their minds with grass seed and watch the blades spike up through the earth, flat and predictable as a golf course. She wanted dependable students, well fed but not necessarily nourished. But he was not in that category. Admittedly, he could not count on his perceptions of letters and words, and he was not always accurate. He misused words most when he liked their sound. A sentence had a kind of music, and the word sounded right. The definitions were never as interesting as the sound they made coming out of your mouth. He rolled their flavors around on his tongue, tasting every nook and cranny, but he could not be trusted to deliver the right answer and she would never give him better than a C, no matter what genius work he produced. The way he saw it, his mind was a big unruly field of wildflowers. One day he would shower the world with blossoms. — Elizabeth Brundage