Mickenzie Peisher Quotes & Sayings

How shall we be beautiful? By loving the One who is always beautiful. The more love grows in you, the more beauty grows: for love itself is the beauty of the soul. — Augustine Of Hippo

I think we'll always have newspapers, but they'll lose influence. — Will McDonough

I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas. — Molly Ivins

The source of all abundance is not outside you. It is part of who you are. However, start by acknowledging and recognizing abundance without. See the fullness of life all around you. The warmth of the sun on your skin, the display of magnificent flowers outside a florist's shop, biting into a succulent fruit, or getting soaked in an abundance of water falling from the sky. The fullness of life is there at every step. The acknowledgment of that abundance that is all around you awakens the dormant abundance within. Then let it flow out. When you smile at a stranger, there is already a minute outflow of energy. — Eckhart Tolle

Don't marry a rich man. Marry a good man. He will spend his life trying to keep you happy. No rich man can buy that! — Staness Jonekos

As an artist, you are always striving toward an ultimate achievement but never seem to reach it. You shoot a film, and the result could have always been better. You try again, and fail once more. In some ways I find it enjoyable. You never lose sight of your goal. I don't do my job to make money or to break box office records, I simply try things out. What would happen if I were to achieve perfection at some point? What would I do then? — Woody Allen

He was furious. He wouldn't let me bury them. It didn't matter. There was no way to dig up the deckplates. He dried up the snow. He brought the night. He roared and sent locusts. It didn't do a thing; they stayed dead. I'd had him. — Harlan Ellison

Successful economies in the modern world are not sheepish about the power and responsibility of the state. — David Miliband

Memory's one function is to help us regret — Emil M. Cioran