Maa Ka Ladla Quotes & Sayings

Epicurus grasped how incredibly bad we are at being happy, and how talented we are at making up reasons to be miserable. We might put off our happiness, telling ourselves as we squeeze onto the Tube to go to our spirit-crushing job that at some point in the future we'll be happy, when we're promoted, when we're rich, when we're retired. Meanwhile the present moment flows by, unnoticed and unenjoyed. — Anonymous

If there is a gratification which I envy any people in this world it is to your country [Italy] its music. This is the favorite passion of my soul, and fortune has cast my lot in a country where it is in a state of deplorable barbarism. — Thomas Jefferson

I run my household. Not all the time, well, sometimes. — Arash

I will never be an insider. I want to be the champion of people who don't have insiders and lobbyists supporting them. — Pat Quinn

6And since it is through God's kindness, then it is not by their good works. For in that case, God's grace would not be what it really is - free and undeserved. + — Anonymous

What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call. — Liz Carpenter

I was anti-intellectual to the nth. Basically I liked to dance and paint, and that was about it. — Joni Mitchell

You lose what individualism you have, if you have enough of course, you retain some of it, but most don't have enough, so they become watchers of game shows, y'know, things like that. Then you work the 8 hour job with almost a feeling of goodness, like you're doing something, and you get married, like marriage is a victory and you have children like having children is a victory, but most things people do are a total grind, marriage, birth, children, it's something they HAVE to do because they have nothing else to do. There is no glory in it, no esteem, no fire, their lives are flat and the earth is full of them. Sorry, but thats the way I see it. I could not accept the snail's pace 8-5, Johnnie Carson, merry christmas, happy new year, to me it's the sickest of all sick things. — Charles Bukowski