Nkolo Reteno Quotes & Sayings

Nobody wants to feel dirty, but everyone has to wipe their own butt. — Aarti Patel

I always enjoyed sport. I was a bit of a wild child, to be honest, and just loved running around. — Kiki Dee

Our Lord reserved to Himself certain things which He would do in due time in a manner outside the course and order of nature, so that they would wonder and be astonished at seeing not great but unusual things, who are unmoved by things daily seen. For the government of the world is a greater miracle than feeding five thousand men from five loaves; yet at the former no one wonders, the latter astonishes all men: not as a greater wonder, but as a rarer. — Saint Augustine

What comes from the heart will go to the heart — Renae Lucas-Hall

An embrace from him left scratches on my back that sometimes wept blood, yet my brothers and I fought to be the first in his arms when he returned from work each evening. The same injuries inflicted in anger would have sent us crying to our mother's skirts. I fell asleep each night feeling his hand on my back like a shield.
Fathers. — Christopher Moore

To me you were home, to you I was just a vacation. — Sade Andria Zabala

'Breaking Bad' was a magical, amazing experience. I'm honored to have been a part of it. — Michelle MacLaren

And after everything been said and done, the mind only believes what our heart feels. — Seekerohan

There are some laws of nature you just know. You don't go poking lions with sticks. — Talia Vance

One day passes and another day comes along, and everything happens the same. But basically, we are so afraid of the brilliance coming at us, and the sharp experience of our life, that we can't even focus our eyes. — Chogyam Trungpa

What distinguishes that summit above the earthly line, is that it is unhandselled, awful, grand. It can never become familiar; you are lost the moment you set foot there. You know the path, but wander, thrilled, over the bare and pathless rock, as if it were solidified air and cloud. That rocky, misty summit, secreted in the clouds, was far more thrillingly awful and sublime than the crater of a volcano spouting fire (HENRY DAVID THOREAU, JOURNAL) — Jon Krakauer