Love You Mami Quotes & Sayings

Let my words
be as clear as glass,
a window to my soul. — Sarah Wagstaff

"A meteor hits planet Earth" - that's a story idea but that doesn't give me any indication of what the character is. — Steven Soderbergh

Prayer isn't where we change God, but He changes us. Instead of praying for OUR desires, let's pray He burden us with HIS. — LeCrae

Don't ever take a seven-year-old with you to a campaign dinner - they will embarrass you no end. — Ertharin Cousin

Life will always remain a gamble, with prizes sometimes for the imprudent, and blanks so often to the wise. — Jerome K. Jerome

When we hang up, I sigh long and look out the window to the darkness over the ocean, no delineation between water and sky. It's always disorienting when I speak to my mother, that pull of her voice back into our old life even though both of us have tried to move beyond it.

In her soft Caribbean accent I hear my brother's laughter, see us both as children playing together in the backyard when it was still covered in crunch green grass and our toys were new.

Mami's voice was the song of our home, even with no father, even as we lived with that black mass of the unspoken, even with the marks on our bones we didn't know we carried.

Through all life's uncertainty, we felt anchored by the love in her voice. — Patricia Engel

I am always hungry and wanting to have sex. This is a fact. — Eileen Myles

I don't write on demand - I wait for inspiration to come. — Jill Scott

Yet a revolution cannot begin until the diffuse, private indignation of individuals coalesces into a common cause. Beauvoir not only marshaled — Simone De Beauvoir

I guess you could say it's always been my destiny to be a performer. — Lady Gaga

Yes," some objectors declare, "I would like to expand my consciousness, but I feel that I must do it for myself."
To this, our usual reply is that doing everything for oneself can be an unbearably limiting factor as well as an exercise in egotism. What if we had to weave all our own clothes, grow our own food, make our own paper and so forth? In actuality we accomplish hardly anything without external instruments, tools or technological aids. Our manifest interdependence attests to nature's determination to force us to overcome isolationist tendencies. Even our two most essential physiological functions, eating and breathing, serve as constant reminders that in every respect we are obliged to use what lies outside of the confines of the bodily organism.
In the end, we do nothing alone and everything by our selves. — Marcia Moore

But love gets in the way of her paper flowers, love keeps them secret from Papi. Chabella and Papi have ways of looking at each other, ways of touching that are full of stunned caution. They trip over each other constantly, marvel each time. When Mami sits down at the table, wiping her hands on her cooking skirt after she's set dishes down before us, Papi takes her hand, strokes her fingers, says her name as if he's asking it. Mami nods at him; her lips smile, her eyes smile. I grew up doubting that anyone would ever look at me in the same way. My doubt contains no great trauma; it's casual, the way people doubt they can jump off a bridge and fly. — Helen Oyeyemi

The only plan I've come up with is writing. I can write, because writing - unlike choreography, architecture, or conquering kingdoms - is a thing you can do when you're lonely and poor, and have no infrastructure, i.e., a ballet troupe or some cannons. Poor people can write. It's one of the few things poverty, and lack of connections, cannot stop you doing. — Caitlin Moran

As we live our human lives, let us be like the water. Let us be conscious of the flow. Let us not forget the great ground of being that draws us on through life. Let us live in a knowing hope, aware that all being is in transition, that all movement is back to the source. Let us treat those around us as reminders of our illusionary individuality. We know that they are us and we are them connected in ways we cannot fathom. Let us grow in compassion for all beings, for they share our journey. — Tom Barrett

Ryoga to Ranma: 'Desperation Strike' my steely buttocks! I thought you were a fighter! — Rumiko Takahashi

There's always that first step in skating, from dry ground to slick ice, when it just seems impossible. Impossible that two thin blades of metal will support you, impossible that because its molecules have begun to dance a little slower water will hold you up. — Carol Goodman