Liria Palace Quotes & Sayings

Specialization is in fact only a fancy form of slavery wherein the 'expert' is fooled into accepting a slavery by making him feel that he in turn is a socially and culturally preferred-ergo, highly secure-lifelong position. — R. Buckminster Fuller

Kitsch is the inability to admit that shit exists — Milan Kundera

You're much more interesting when you're online - all of us are. — Joy Browne

Without a vision, where is the focus? — Lailah Gifty Akita

The joy is that we can take back our bodies, reclaim our health, and restore ourselves to balance. We can take power over what and how we eat. We can rejuvenate and recharge ourselves, bringing healing to the wounds we carry inside us, and bringing to fuller life the wonderful person that each of us can be. — John Robbins

I hold it to be of great prudence for men to abstain from threats and insulting words towards any one, for neither the one nor the other in any way diminishes the strength of the enemy; but the one makes him more cautious, and the other increases his hatred of you, and makes him more persevering in his efforts to injure you — Niccolo Machiavelli

I know several couples who experienced adultery in their marriages, but because in each case there was a wife who was willing to pray and a husband open to allowing God to change and restore him, the marriages are still intact and successful today. Only prayer, a submitted heart, and the transforming power of the Holy Spirit can work those kinds of miracles. — Stormie O'martian

Where is the man, who, if asked to become a slave, would not hurl back the offer indignantly in the teeth of the oppressor? — Charles Lenox Remond

I got over shy a really long time ago. I'm queer, I'm feline, get used to it. — Andrea Speed

When I leave the body someday, I can help people just as effectively if they focus upon me. — Frederick Lenz

...showing us the role of this city and that mountain, for places loom larger than people. — Rebecca Solnit

Every work begins with a search — Sunday Adelaja

Joy is a flame that glimmers only in the palm of the open and humble hand. In an open and humble palm, released and surrendered to receive, light dances, flickers happy. The moment the hand is clenched tight, fingers all pointing towards self and rights and demands, joy is snuffed out. Anger is the lid that suffocates joy until she lies limp and lifeless. — Ann Voskamp

The winter drew on - a season as different from the summer in those northern latitudes, as if it belonged to another solar system. Cold and stormy, it is yet full of delight for all beings that can either romp, sleep, or think it through. — George MacDonald