Mahlke Pottery Quotes & Sayings

The real name for 'science' is magic. — Harlan Ellison

Road trips can either suck monkey balls or, with the right person, they can be awesomesauce with cheesy fries. — Penny Reid

In a 2011 TED Talk in San Francisco, author and speaker Mel Robbins talked about how the chances that you are you are about 1 in 400 trillion. (Yes, that's a four hundred followed by twelve zeros.) This takes into account the chance of your parents meeting out of all the people on the planet, the chance of them reproducing, the chance of you being born at the exact moment that you were, and every other wildly improbable factor that goes into each individual person. The whole point of her crazy calculation was that we should take the sheer improbability of our own existence as a kick in the butt to get out of bed in the morning. — Sophia Amoruso

The only people who are qualified for miracles are the people who have qualified themselves by doing their own best. — Sunday Adelaja

Arguing with one's self is beneficial.
Out of all the million voices in my head screaming for your death, you're lucky I heeded the one that wants to spare you this time. — Anonymous

No point worrying about a storm until we smell rain — Suzanne Kelman

Deep down, if we really accept that their lives - African lives - are equal to ours, we would all be doing more to put the fire out. Its an uncomfortable truth. — Jeffrey D. Sachs

In creating you, God has already
given you everything you need to live
a life of endurance, abundance, and
purpose. — Brandy Lucas

A man who both spends and saves money is the happiest man, because he has both enjoyments. — Samuel Johnson

The fact is, the difference between peak performers and everybody else are much smaller than everybody else thinks. — Charles Garfield

I've never seen faith move mountains, but I've seen what it can do to skyscrapers. — Monica McGee

Before falling to the scythe the weeds enjoy a little breeze. — Peter Levitt

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road, The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height, Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light. — Lucy Larcom