Loudy Net Quotes & Sayings

As long as there are living human beings, there will be language and stories. — Aleksandar Hemon

God always exalts His words, He placed it higher than His name — Sunday Adelaja

I can't tell you what an honor it is, to even be mentioned in the same breath with Arthur Ashe. This is something I certainly will treasure forever. — Jim Valvano

The past always sort of haunts us and perhaps inspires us in some ways. — Jennifer Gilmore

From Genesis to Revelation, holy text is all about relationships and the limitless flavors of those relationships. It is the duty of mankind to tap into our women's unique talents
their genius for 'relationships.'
pg vii — Michael Ben Zehabe

There is much truth in the Italian saying, 'Make yourselves sheep, and the wolves will eat you.' — Benjamin Franklin

Awake! Stand up and fight! Die if you must. — Swami Vivekananda

The nation which once held the creed that greatness is achieved by production, is now told that it is achieved by squalor. — Ayn Rand

Have seen no other effects in rods but to make children's minds more remiss or more maliciously headstrong. — Michel De Montaigne

One of the obligations of the writer is to say or sing all that he or she can, to deal with as much of the world as becomes possible to him or her in language. — Denise Levertov

I realized my life was not going to be, per se, normal. — Josh Ryan Evans

I think the reason Buddhism and Western psychology are so compatible is that Western psychology helps to identify the stories and the patterns in our personal lives, but what Buddhist awareness training does is it actually allows the person to develop skills to stay in what's going on. — Tara Brach

Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking, but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something, just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I'll never know, which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories, my old story, as if it were the first time. — Samuel Beckett