Liscios Turnersville Quotes & Sayings

Should one continue to base one's life on a system of belief that
for all its occasional wisdom and frequent beauty
is demonstrably untrue? — Charles Templeton

The enlightened give thanks for what most people take for granted ... As you begin to be grateful for what most people take for granted, the vibration of gratitude makes you more receptive to good in your life. — Michael Beckwith

When the white man came to Africa, the white man had the Bible and the African had the land, but now it is the white man who is being, reluctantly and bloodily, separated from the land, and the African who is still attempting to digest or to vomit up the Bible. — James Baldwin

True meditation can never be done with the mind. Very often we make a mistake when we say that we are meditating in the mind and utilising the mind. Real meditation is done in the psychic being and in the soul. It goes hand in hand with flaming aspiration, the burning flame that wants to climb up to the Highest. — Sri Chinmoy

Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again. — Sophie Swetchine

She wished she could understand her reaction to him. Why, her heart was pacing a wild beat again.
Madelyne dared a quick look up and found Duncan was watching her intently. He looked so handsome.
She wanted him to be ugly. — Julie Garwood

This is the part they don't tell you about in the movies. Or in On the Road. This is not rock 'n' roll.

You are not William Burroughs, and it doesn't make a damn bit of difference if Kurt Cobain was slumped over in an alleyway in Seattle the day Bleach came out. There is no junkie chic. This is not Soho and you are not Sid Vicious. You are not a drugstore cowboy and you are not spotting trains. You are not a part of anything - no underground sect, no counter-culture movement, no music scene, nothing. You have just been released from jail and are walking down Mission Street, alternating between taking a hit off a cigarette and puking, looking for coins on the ground so you can catch a bus as you shit yourself. — Joe Clifford

I can never tell with moments of silence. They're so ... silent. Empty. — Laurie Halse Anderson