Learmonth Furniture Quotes & Sayings

The appetite grows with eating. — Francois Rabelais

Nobody is happy all the damn time. It doesn't work like that. But if you are more happy than sad then maybe you aren't barely existing — Tammy Faith

I believe that I definitely wasn't given this voice just to sing. I think it was given to me for a bigger purpose. — Demi Lovato

With Pauline at my side, in one swift act that could never be undone, an act that ended a thousand dreams but gave birth to one, I bolted for the cover of the forest and never looked back. Lest we repeat history, the stories shall be passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever. - Morrighan Book of Holy Text, Vol. III — Mary E. Pearson

I don't believe he had a responsibility to even answer that question - you have no responsibility to answer personal questions that people have no right to ask you. — Chris Matthews

First-class religion teaches one how to love God without any motive. If I serve God for some profit, that is business-not love. — A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

Pity, like morphine, does the sick good only at first. It is a means of helping them to feel better, but if you don't get the dose right and know where to stop it becomes a murderous poison. — Stefan Zweig

If only it were possible for us to see farther than our knowledge reaches, and even a little beyond the outworks of our presentiment, perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys. — Rainer Maria Rilke

My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper. — S. Jane Sloat

I've been melted into something
too easy to spill. I make more
and more of myself in order
to make more and more of the baby.
He takes it, this making. And somehow
he's made more of me, too. — Brenda Shaughnessy

I walked slowly out on the beach. A few yards below high-water mark I stopped and read the words again: WRITE YOUR WORRIES ON THE SAND. I let the paper blow away, reached down and picked up a fragment of shell. Kneeling there under the vault of the sky, I wrote several words, one above the other. Then I walked away, and I did not look back. I had written my troubles on the sand. The tide was coming in. — Arthur Gordon Webster