Meowscles Quotes & Sayings

By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- all these are private and except through symbols and at second hand incommunicable. — Aldous Huxley

Eventually someone will find out the truth. It could be you. — Criag Whitman

Then and now, Jesus witnesses that ours is a God who seeks us out and whose kingdom proclaims: Pay attention to what is lost. Be tender to all that is broken, fragile and wounded in our world. Sr. Chris Koellhoffer, I.H.M. — Mark Neilsen

There is no one road to success, you must find your own route. — Robert Kiyosaki

I suppose it is the way with all men and women who reach middle age without the clear perception that life never can be thoroughly joyous: under the vague dullness of the grey hours, dissatisfaction seeks a definite object, and finds it in the privation of an untried good. Dissatisfaction — George Eliot

Say, what's the question mark for? Sexual identity? — Dan Slott

You and I were made for connection, to be emotionally attached to others. It's a well-known fact that physical touch is crucial for us as human beings, not just for emotional health but for our very survival. Studies show that the elderly die sooner if they don't have physical touch. Babies are more likely to be diagnosed with "failure to thrive" if they're not touched. One — Kay Warren

The devil comes in many guises-anger in the form of justice-passion in the form of duty. When it first comes, the man knows and then he forgets. Just as your pleaders' conscience; at first they know it is all Badmashi (roguery), then it is duty to their clients; at last they get hardened. — Swami Vivekananda

You and me," he shouted. "We're going to make new memories. Ones that you aren't afraid of. And it's going to be amazing. — Jay McLean

Rather a drink be my master than a man. — Pierce Brown

And who shall say
whatever disenchantment follows
that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold? — Thomas Wolfe