Meday Ko Quotes & Sayings

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon. — Walter De La Mare

Enlightenment doesn't simply mean being in heavenly states of mind. It doesn't mean being a saint. — Frederick Lenz

The appropriation of the creativity-procreativity metaphor by women is a conscious challenge to traditional poetics and beyond that to traditional metaphysics, for the gynocentric vision is not that Logos condescends to incarnate itself, but that Flesh becomes Word. — Alicia Suskin Ostriker

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of. — John Green

Give that man a Pixy Stix," Haddie said. "A what?" Lucia asked. "Hold on." She left then returned a moment later with a handful of colorful straws, one of which she threw at Max like a dart. He caught it in midair. That impressed Haddie and she tossed him another, just to see if he could do it again. He fumbled that one. — Ellen Potter

I don't think I've found the perfect job for me, but I know what I like, so that's halfway there, right? — Colleen Haskell

Initially, suspended headfirst, thousands of feet above the ground, restrained from falling only by a seat belt, I was paralyzed by terror. My hands and arms reflexively braced against the sides of the cockpit, as if holding on would hold me in. Every muscle in my body was tensed, vibrating, and there was a rushing feeling, almost like a noise, going up and down the back of my skull. Yet I didn't fall out of the plane. The seat belt attached in five places and kept me pinioned, rock-solid, in my seat. My eyes told me that nothing was keeping me from plummeting to my death, but with experience, I started to be able to override that sensation with reason: I was actually just fine, I wasn't going to fall out of the plane. Eventually the fear that I might faded. — Chris Hadfield

From "Modern Man" in Every Lyric Tells A Story
His life is run by telephones and clocks
He changes his women, like he changes his socks
He plays to win and sometimes he plays rough
Knows a lot about sex but not much about love — Mark Wilkins

I would meet you upon this honestly.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use them for your closer contact? — T. S. Eliot

When you, the lover, are ready, your SoulMate will inevitably come. The two currents of your life mission and purpose and their life mission and purpose are on a collision course. It is only a matter of time. — Annette Vaillancourt