Masoneria Polska Quotes & Sayings

Cowardly isn't a dereliction of duty, but rather a part of our humanity. However, only the brave ones are known for their humanity. — Melody Manful

No prison can hold me; no hand or leg irons or steel locks can shackle me. No ropes or chains can keep me from my freedom. — Harry Houdini

I'm tired of running ... This is the only thing that's real. Don't run from me, Tiny Dancer. — Nyrae Dawn

Only in our creative acts do we step forth into the light and see ourselves whole and complete. — Carl Jung

The only regret I have in dying is if it is not for love. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Aves hasn't mentioned a boyfriend," Lock chimed in, "and we're just dying to hear all about you." Liar. My friends were filthy lying sadists. — Lish McBride

The New York waiter ... knows more than you do about everything. He disapproves of your taste in food and clothing, your gauche manners, your miserliness, and sometimes, it seems, of your very existence, which he tries to ignore. — Kate Simon

Today, I release the urgency of outer events. I listen to the inner rhythm of God. I set my pace by divine guidance. The world and its busy agendas do not control my soul. — Julia Cameron

Every hero is a Samson. The strong man succumbs to the intrigues of the weak and the many; and if in the end he loses all patience he crushes both them and himself. — Arthur Schopenhauer

The knowledge that God has loved me beyond all limits will compel me to go into the world to love others in the same way. — Oswald Chambers

It is likely that libraries will carry on and survive, as long as we persist in lending words to the world that surrounds us, and storing them for future readers. — Alberto Manguel

There is always place for if not music, then travelling and books. — Robert Pattinson

Self will come to life even in the slaying of self; but there is ever something deeper and stronger than it, which will emerge at last from the unknown abysses of the soul: will it be as a solemn gloom, burning with eyes? or a clear morning after the rain? or a smiling child, that finds itself nowhere, and everywhere? — George MacDonald

What is the pattern that connects the crab to the lobster and the primrose to the orchid, and all of them to me, and me to you? — Gregory Bateson