Maizy And Sprout Quotes & Sayings

Lately we have had many losses. — Quintilian

And I declare myself free
from ignorant love. You easy lovers
and forgivers of mankind, stand back!
I will love you at a distance,
and not because you deserve it.
My love must be descriminate
or fail to bear its weight. — Wendell Berry

In its broadest ecological context, economic development is the development of more intensive ways of exploiting the natural environment. — Richard G. Wilkinson

To be honest with you, a lot of directors can be very lazy. — Samantha Morton

I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change. — Terry Tempest Williams

There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people — Marianne Williamson

Tragedy cannot be the end of our lives. We cannot allow it to control and defeat us. — Izzeldin Abuelaish

As you meditate, you will find that consciousness itself will move you beyond time and space and condition into a larger, vaster, more beautiful state of awareness. — Frederick Lenz

In the moment you ask, and believe and know you already have it in the unseen, the entire Universe shifts to bring it into the seen. — Rhonda Byrne

I have never understood, for instance, why some people see contemporary art as divided between 'painting' and 'conceptual art', as though this represented a genuine division. — Michael Craig-Martin

I don't think, until you've actually lost somebody you really love, that you can go through that door that allows you to be grown-up. — Felicity Kendal

Books! The chosen depositories of the thoughts, the opinions, and the aspirations of mighty intellects; like wondrous mirrors that have caught and fixed bright images of souls that have passed away; like magic lyres, whose masters have bequeathed them to the world, and which yet, of themselves, ring with unforgotten music, while the hands that touched their chords have crumbled into dust. Books! they are the embodiments and manifestations of departed minds
the living organs through which those who are dead yet speak to us. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin