Kodjo Adedze Quotes & Sayings

Taste! It doesn't exist. An artist makes beautiful things without being aware of it. — Edgar Degas

The Bf 109 is, without doubt, the most satisfying and challenging aircraft that I have ever flown. — Mark Hanna

Isn't the smell of coffee the best alarm clock? — S.A. Tawks

In meditation we discover our inherent restlessness. Sometimes we get up and leave. Sometimes we sit there but our bodies wiggle and squirm and our minds go far away. This can be so uncomfortable that we feel's it's impossible to stay. Yet this feeling can teach us not just about ourselves but what it is to be human ... we really don't want to stay with the nakedness of our present experience. It goes against the grain to stay present. These are the times when only gentleness and a sense of humor can give us the strength to settle down ... so whenever we wander off, we gently encourage ourselves to "stay" and settle down. Are we experiencing restlessness? Stay! Are fear and loathing out of control? Stay! Aching knees and throbbing back? Stay! What's for lunch? Stay! I can't stand this another minute! Stay!" — Pema Chodron

Art is made to trouble but science reassures. — Georges Braque

You will never have this day with your children again. Tomorrow they will be a little bigger then they are today. This day is a gift. Breathe and notice. Smell and touch them; study their faces and little feet and pay attention. Relish the charms of the present. Enjoy today mama. It will be over before you know it. — Jen Hatmaker

I have no great faith in political arithmetic, and I mean not to warrant the exactness of either of these computations. — Adam Smith

We cried and sobbed and wept and bled tears. But when we were finished, all we could do was continue living. — Nnedi Okorafor

All beautiful things should have just a little sorrow about them. Made them seem real. — James S.A. Corey

Grass is the forgiveness of nature-her constant benediction. Fields trampled with battle, saturated with blood, torn with the ruts of cannon, grow green again with grass and carnage is forgotten. Streets abandoned by traffic become grass-grown, like rural lanes and are obliterated. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal. — John James Ingalls