Oberlies Florist Quotes & Sayings

Prince Ahmad crouched over the headless body, the scout at his side. "you say a mere priest bested you?"
"He weilded his sword like a master. I never saw such a display."
The prince mocked the soldier. "Then let us pray we don't meet the Pope. — Galen Watson

If you personalize losses, you can't trade. — Bruce Kovner

I believe that in this life, we are defined not by the station in life into which we are born, nor by our pedigree, race, or religion, but by the choices we make. — Robin McGraw

Damn it, Lettie. Marry me. For pity's sake, marry me and put me out of my misery. — Juliet Landon

It is in the moments of silence, that we can be taken to our own world where our real essence longs to be part of — Mimi Novic

Women have broken through the glass ceiling, and they're now more and more in the power seats. — Aretha Franklin

How to Think Like Leonardo da Vinci, author Michael J. Gelb — Jon Acuff

If the Buddhist's job is to be detached, I think that the artist's job is to be both detached and attached. — Gerald Stern

According to Seneca, the Greek word euthymia is one we should think of often: it is the sense of our own path and how to stay on it without getting distracted by all the others that intersect it. In other words, it's not about beating the other guy. It's not about having more than the others. It's about being what you are, and being as good as possible at it, without succumbing to all the things that draw you away from it. It's about going where you set out to go. About accomplishing the most that you're capable of in what you choose. That's it. No more and no less. (By the way, euthymia means "tranquillity" in English.) It's — Ryan Holiday

God loves us; we need only to summon up the humility to allow ourselves to be loved. — Pope Benedict XVI

All religions are sick men's dreams, false - demonstrably false - and pernicious. — Ibn Warraq

Reelfoot is, and has always been, a lake of mystery.
In places it is bottomless. Other places the skeletons of the cypress-trees that went down when the earth sank, still stand upright so that if the sun shines from the right quarter, and the water is less muddy than common, a man, peering face downward into its depths, sees, or thinks he sees, down below him the bare top-limbs upstretching like drowned men's fingers, all coated with the mud of years and bandaged with pennons of the green lake slime. — Irvin S. Cobb

Meditation is the delicate art of doing nothing. — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

His affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul. — Mark Twain