Pantry Organizers Quotes & Sayings

What then is freedom? The power to live as one wishes. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

Throughout my life, my mom has been the person that I've always looked up to. — Mike Krzyzewski

I always buy the same things. I have about a million sweaters and a million jackets, so I'm sure I'll get some more of that. — Elsa Hosk

I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What's an arm. — Farrah Field

Human beings look so different from each other, voices are so different, everything about us is so individual, and that's so exciting and juicy and appealing, and we're attached to these things and they're so fascinating and beautiful - I don't just mean model-beautiful, but all the individual forms that people can take. — Mary Gaitskill

I fall asleep
Call it deep while all is well be-
Cause my life seems like a freestyle mean-
While asleep on the couch I dream it's a written piece and now
The symphony's sounding
Shouting out to these feet whose leaps feel foul but quite loud
But how
I'm allowed to live my dreams
My Chimeran team brings the Siberian breed
Riding reality free 'til these tires they freeze
In mires in dire need of wires, fire and heat but
I love a dark, hard cold heart in the wintery breeze — Criss Jami

But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on.
Or Thirteen. — Sarah J. Maas

I've received many awards, but I'm most proud of the ones for my country's music. — Montserrat Caballe

Making distinctions is part of learning. So is making mistakes. — Nancy Gibbs

How beautiful the old Glen was, in its August ripeness, with its chain of bowery old homesteads, tilled meadows and quiet gardens. The western sky was like a great golden pearl. Far down the harbour was frosted with a dawning moonlight. The air was full of exquisite sounds - sleepy robin whistles, wonderful, mournful, soft murmurs of wind in the twilit trees, rustle of aspen poplars talking in silvery whispers and shaking their dainty, heart-shaped leaves, lilting young laughter from the windows of rooms where the girls were making ready for the dance. The world was steeped in maddening loveliness of sound and colour. He would think only of these things and of the deep, subtle joy they gave him. — L.M. Montgomery

Men are of three different capacities: one understands intuitively; another understands so far as it is explained; and a third understands neither of himself nor by explanation. The first is excellent, the second, commendable, and the third, altogether useless. — Niccolo Machiavelli

A good poem looks life straight in the face, unflinching, sincere, equal to revelation through loss or gain. — David Whyte

Mr. Williams, how do explain a day like today? A day filled with lots of sad and happy, too. Tonight I asked Aunt Patty Cake that very question. She said, 'Baby, that's called life' " -Tate P. Ellerbee — Kimberly Willis Holt

The church teaches us that we can make God happy by being miserable ourselves. — Robert Green Ingersoll