Keramikos Quotes & Sayings

The gift of beauty can be found in ugly feelings. — Deborah Sandella

I was a great one as a kid for standing and just looking out a window for hours and hours and hours. Now the TV does that for me, except for the view changes immensely. — John Lennon

The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself. — Pablo Picasso

What's the use of being good if you are not good to yourself? — Bangambiki Habyarimana

I know love and lust don't always keep the same company. — Stephenie Meyer

Scar tissue - it's a new layer of tender skin, lightly covering the wound. Still a vulnerable spot, the slightest little knock might tear the skin so it bleeds and the remembered ache from the old wound intensifies the pain from the latest blow. — Jinat Rehana Begum

Mourn. Get it out of your system. Because what you can do for the dead is exactly nothing. But what you can do for those still standing with you is lead. — Robert J. Crane

Consult your spirit, your soul on everything. — Harbhajan Singh Yogi

A life lived well embraces death by feeling open, from heart to all, in every moment. Wide open, you can offer without holding back, you can receive without pushing away. — David Deida

In the various stages of development which the struggle of working class against the bourgeoisie has to pass through, they always and everywhere represent the interests of the movement as a whole. — Karl Marx

You never have to change a book for budget. — Jonathan Tropper

She took a bad tumble. Those are some nasty bruises she's
carrying," the maid said with a sad shake of the head.
"Aye," Cullen agreed, his eyes traveling over lovely, milky white skin,
interrupted by several black bruises. "She looks like a cow."
Mildrede turned a horrified gaze on him at the comment, but he was
more concerned by the choked sound that came from his bride. He
really hadn't meant it as an insult, but it seemed the women were taking
it so.
"I just meant the coloring," Cullen muttered — Lynsay Sands