Multipliquemos Quotes & Sayings

Thoughts are like the breeze or the leaves on the trees or the raindrops falling. They appear like that, and through inquiry we can make friends with them. Would you argue with a raindrop? Raindrops aren't personal, and neither are thoughts. Once a painful concept is met with understanding, the next time it appears you may find it interesting. What used to be the nightmare is now just interesting. The next time it appears, you may find it funny. The next time, you may not even notice it. This is the power of loving what is. — Byron Katie

His warmth was like a gift given and snatched away, and she stood there with her back to the window, feeling chilled, bereft, and undone. And angry. It was a childish, cartoonish anger- facing Akiva, she had wanted to beat her fists at his chest and then fall against him and feel his arms close around her. — Laini Taylor

So how was it? Did it hurt? Was he gentle? How many times did y'all do it? — Annie Brewer

A cosmology that admits of only one male god limits women's capacity to envision their full potential as human beings. — Layne Redmond

The human MIND seems to work best in the presence of reality. The brain that contains the problem probably also contains the solution. IF the conditions are right, the huge intelligence of the human being surfaces. IDEAS seem to come from nowhere & sometimes STUN US. — Nancy Kline

I went into television because I hated it so, and I thought there's some way of using this fabulous instrument to nurture those who would watch and listen, — Fred Rogers

In the midst of compassion, we find ourselves. We discover our true purpose. — Jana Elston

I'm Queen Rhiannon, but you can call me Queen Rhiannon. — G.A. Aiken

Who speaks of victory? To endure is all. — Rainer Maria Rilke

One morning as I closed the cyclone-fence gate / to begin a slow drift / down to the cookhouse on foot / (because my truck wheels were glued / in deep mud once again), / I walked straight into / the waiting non-arms of a snake, / its tan beaded-bag skin / studded with black diamonds.
Up it coiled to speak to me a eye level. / Imagine! that sleek finger / rising out of the land's palm / and coiling faster than a Hindu rope. / The thrill of a bull snake / startled in the morning / when the mesas lie pooled / in a custard of light / kept me bright than ball lightning all day.
Praise leapt first to mind / before flight or danger, / praise that knows no half-truth, and pardons all. — Diane Ackerman