Kwasnica Soup Quotes & Sayings

We are born ready to love and be loved. It is our birthright. — Sharon Salzberg

Rape victims carry mental scars that can trigger without warning. — Tawana Beecham

It is certain that the easy and obvious philosophy will always, with the generality of mankind, have preference above the accurate. — David Hume

The results you produce open doors for greater opportunities — Sunday Adelaja

I say Democrats should not be afraid to talk about the morality of life, of caring for children who are born. It seems the Republican obsession with being pro-life lasts about nine months. After that, it's each baby for herself. — Jennifer Granholm

My words have an origin. My deeds have a sovereign. Truly, because people do not understand this, they do not understand me. — Laozi

Communication: the thing humans forgot when we invented words. — Richard Branson

The purpose of a pitch is to stimulate interest, not to close a deal. — Guy Kawasaki

No matter how you cut it, biological science is based to some degree on humanizing the subject matter. — Bruce H. Lipton

I would love to be a role model. — Gabby Douglas

At the very beginning of meditation, attempts to focus attention on the intended meditation object cannot easily be separated from the coarse content of the mind, mostly elaborate thinking. The beginner easily confuses attention with thinking. Since attention is confounded with thinking in these early stages, they are referred to as contemplation (bsam gtan), not as formal meditation (sgom ba). Nevertheless the attempt to isolate the act of focusing attention from the background of elaborate thinking does produce a certain benefit with practice. From the perspective of mind, the benefit is that the mind stays on its intended object, at least somewhat. From the perspective of the mind's events, thinking becomes less elaborate - that is, it becomes a bit calmer. — Daniel P. Brown

My dad goes through war novels like I go through boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. — Mike Birbiglia

Hurrying on, Barbee nodded to the workman as casually as he could. His skin felt goose-pimpled under the thin red robe, and he couldn't help shivering to a colder chill than he felt in the frosty air. For the quiet city, it seemed to him, was only a veil of painted illusion. Its air of sleepy peace concealed brooding horror, too frightful for sane minds to dwell upon. Even the cheery bricklayer with the lunch pail might - just might - be the monstrous Child of Night. — Jack Williamson