Morenike Joela Quotes & Sayings

It's the worst when you're kissing someone who's not a good kisser, and you're trying to make it look good, but you feel like you're just working on your own. — Drew Barrymore

And when you're afraid of someone's judgment, you can't connect with them. You're too preoccupied with the task of impressing them. — Amanda Palmer

Most people have learned how to live in the moment. The argument goes that if the past has uncertain effect on the present, there is no need to dwell on the past. And if the present has little effect on the future, present actions need not be weighed in for their consequence. Rather, each act is an island in time to be judged on their own. — Alan Lightman

Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. — Thomas Carlyle

The one thing that has changed dramatically when you talk to the people of New Zealand and people from Ireland? They feel a darned-sight better about themselves because they made the decision to do what they've done, and I can say to you, we would feel a bloody darned sight better about ourselves once we get an opportunity to put this [vote on same-sex marriage] out there. — Tony Abbott

One thing I feel is this: that a great deal of poetry is the product of adolescence-or of an emotionally adolescent frame of mind: and that as this state of mind changes, poetry is likely to dry up. — James Agee

As I learn from you,
I guess you learn
From me
although
You're older
and white
And somewhat more free. — Langston Hughes

The level of consumption that we identify with success is utterly unsustainable. We're gobbling up the world. — John Robbins

It is easier to go to the Internet than to go to the library, undoubtedly. But the shift from no libraries to the existence of libraries was a much greater shift than what we've seen with the Internet's development. — Noam Chomsky

Punish France, ignore Germany, and forgive Russia. — Condoleezza Rice

I imagine, then, that we are all candle flames, greasy-bright, fluttering in the darkness and the howl of the wind, and in the stillness of the room I hear footsteps, awful coming footsteps, coming to blow me out and send my life up away from me in a grey wreath of smoke. I will vanish into the air and the night. They will blow us all out, one by one, until it is only their own light by which they see themselves. — Hannah Kent

Mike was right: the pattern of life isn't a straight line; it crosses and recrosses, drawing in and tying together other lives, as I do when I gather in the ends of my thread to make a knot. — Benedict Freedman