Kngdoms Quotes & Sayings

By the Street of By and By you arrive at the House of Never — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

To be self-compassionate is not to be self-indulgent or self-centred. A major component of self-compassion is to be kind to yourself. Treat yourself with love, care, dignity and make your wellbeing a priority. With self-compassion, we still hold ourselves accountable professionally and personally, but there are no toxic emotions inflicted upon and towards ourselves. — Christopher Dines

I stayed away from mirrors when I was younger and I didn't like having my picture taken. I was tall and had braces and felt ugly. — Kylie Bax

I'm constantly battling writer's block; it usually takes me two hours to write anything. — Martha Grimes

And in those days, if a writer had not shattered himself against his own sentences and died while doing so, I could not believe a word of what he wrote. If I did not sense, when reading, that language lay in the balance, suspended, sentence by sentence, between life and death, then the book held no interest for me. — Josef Winkler

To comfort a sorrowful conscience is much better than to possess many kngdoms; yet the world regards it not; nay, condemns it, calling us rebels, dissturbers of the peace. — Martin Luther

I'm always looking over my shoulder, needing to stay ahead of the game. — Millard Drexler

For success in life you need yukti (skill) and shakti (strength), Bhakti (Devotion ) and Mukti (Freedom). — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

It was me, only me. Self-contained, self-reliant, and always, unquestionably self-assured. — Max Brooks

The message of [Fahernheit 9/11] is very weak and propagandistic ... We were used to such messages in the communist days. Everybody has open eyes and can understand that this is propaganda. It was a weak film that tells us nothing new. — Vaclav Klaus

Life minus love equals zero. — Rick Warren

A first meeting. A meeting in the desert, a meeting at sea, meeting in the city, meeting at night, meeting at a grave, meeting in the sunshine beside the forest, beside water. Human beings meet, yet the meetings are not the same. Meeting partakes in its very essence not only of the persons but of the place of meeting. And that essence of place remains, and colours, faintly, the association, perhaps forever.
Ethel Wilson, Swamp Angel. Toronto: McClelland and Stewart, 1990 (page 95). — Ethel Wilson