Mesler Quotes & Sayings

Bones, sinking like stones, all that we've fought for
Homes, places we've grown, all of us are done for
And we live in a beautiful world
Yeah we do, yeah we do — Coldplay

Liberty coincides with heroism. It is the asceticism of the great man, the bow bent to the breaking-point. — Albert Camus

I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win. — Mata Hari

I am a 'professional word seller'..I sell 'WORDS' for a 'living'...
'LIVING' with 'empowering' words is a 'Choice' we make..
'CHOICE' comes via the meaning we give to words we use..
'MEANING' comes from understanding 'life'... — Abha Maryada Banerjee

I miss you because memory
is a kind editor.
The past is a long scroll and
in it is the story of us,
told with gentle metaphor, and
words that bring
you back and back, even as you
lie there, lying. — Corey Mesler

The world cannot live on 140 characters alone. — Matt Mullenweg

There is really no spiritual message that I'm trying to convey with my music, it's just a personal thing. I really believe that the more personal we get, in a way, the more universal the implications. — John McLaughlin

I have a four-and-a-half-year-old and, when she was two and a half, she would make my wife and I do voices, like Woody and Jessie the Cowgirl, or Elmo, or Yogi Bear and Booboo. If we didn't do it, she would scream at us. So, my wife and I would have adult conversations as Yogi Bear and Booboo. It was just a nightmare year. — Judd Apatow

Damn it . . . Don't you dare ask God to help me. — Joan Crawford

He's jealous because lions are better hunters."
Monroe
"Are you compensating for something, Monroe?"
Bastian — Bethany Averie

A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes. — Dante Alighieri

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse ... I never pin up my hair with prose." — William Congreve

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. — William Blake