Murden Days Quotes & Sayings

Let others vibrate as they vibrate and want the best for them. Never mind how they're flowing to you. You concentrate on how you're flowing. Because one who is connected to the Energy Stream is more powerful, more influential than a million who are not. — Esther Hicks

The proper school to learn art is not life but art — Oscar Wilde

We must remember that regardless of our differences in rank we are all equal as human beings. You can always tell how caring and compassionate others are in their actions towards those "below" them. Of course you are going to treat your black belt professor kindly, but how do you treat the white belt taking their first class? In spite of the division in belt rank there must be no division as people. — Chris Matakas

There was great uproar of applause from the Dukes, who bellowed their approval. Wonderful. Pharzuph was a demon cheerleader. — Wendy Higgins

Test everything, try everything, and then believe it, and if you find it for the good of many, give it to all. — Swami Vivekananda

Since all the Amish dress the same, our names were on a label inside the garments, and shawls — Ora Jay Eash

I really worked with icons in the music business, which really had a strong effect on me. It wasn't just pick-up gigs. — Kevin Eubanks

Because we believe that one moment is more or less like the next, we lose touch with the essential urgency of the present, the fact that each passing moment is the one moment for the practice of freedom. — Robert Grudin

It is nice to have valid competition; it pushes you to do better. — Gianni Versace

Nay, in every epoch of the world, the great event, parent of all others, is it not the arrival of a Thinker in the world? — Thomas Carlyle

How do you think poetry helps people? he'd ask, wanting the whole thing quantified so he could compare it to digging wells in the Peace Corps. — Paul Monette

I do have cellulite. I have it everywhere. From the neck down! — Patsy Kensit

We have a friend, and Anglophile American city-dweller in his eighties, whose main ambition, now, is to hear a cuckoo call, for he never has, and perhaps he never will, for he is rather deaf. But, if he came and sat under the magic apple tree for an afternoon in May, it would be quiet enough, and then he might listen to the cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo until he had his fill. — Susan Hill