Marnik Tree Quotes & Sayings

We film 'Resurrection' in Atlanta, where humidity is a force to be reckoned with, especially for those of us who have naturally curly hair. I would love for the au naturel look of the '60s to come back. No make up, no hair products - just sun-kissed skin, freckles, and crazy curls. — Devin Kelley

Blaming Black mothers, then, is a way of subjugating the Black race as a whole. At the same time, devaluing motherhood is particularly damaging to Black women. — Dorothy Roberts

There's nothing on my mind that couldn't be expressed by a long insane outburst of hysterical rage. — Ashleigh Brilliant

A metric fuckton of dumb so epically mind-destroyingly beyond a bad idea that there's not a chance they would go there. — Andrea K. Host

The ordinary man thinks that yielding to doubts and worries is a sign of sensibility, of spirituality. Acting thus, he remains distant from the true meaning of life, for his reduced reasoning turns him into the saint or monster he imagines he is, and before he realizes it, he is caught in the trap he has set himself. This type of person loves being told what he should do, but even more than that, he loves not following sound advice - simply in order to anger the generous soul who, at a certain moment, was concerned about him. — Paulo Coelho

Are you searching for the river of your soul?
Then come out of your prison.
Leave the stream
and join the river
that flows into the ocean. — Rumi

Therefore, God's foreknowledge cannot be the reason of our election, because when God [looks into the future and] surveys all mankind, he will find them all, from the first to the last, under the same curse. — John Calvin

There is only a half step difference between the champions and those who finish on the bottom. And much of that half step is mental. — Tom Landry

You can't afford anthropomorphic biases when some of the aliens most like us would rather make human hamburgers than peace. — John Scalzi

Self-loathing is hell. — Marty Rubin

Language does not make one an elite. — Irrfan Khan

A mown hay field appears, its blond stubble blackened by a flock of starlings. As I pass, the field seems to lift, peek to see what's under itself, then resettles. A pickup passes from the other direction. The flock lifts again and this time keeps rising, a narrowing swirl as if sucked through a pipe and then an unfurl of rhythm sudden sprung, becoming one entity as it wrinkles, smooths out, drifts down like a snapped bedsheet. Then swerves and shifts, gathers and twists. Murmuration: ornithology's word-poem for what I see. — Ron Rash

Sometimes you have to give in to life- it's only fair. — Emma Abdullah