Parasails Quotes & Sayings

My vegetable patch is my pride and joy. — Sheherazade Goldsmith

It occurred to me that some people couldn't handle too much love. That everyone loves as they're able, but more, they are loved as they're able. Some are indomitable and open, like an ocean, but others aren't made to tread those waves, cannot stay afloat those waters. We embrace the kind of love we can manage. Less can be the right measure. But when it isn't, we must learn we cannot squeeze a mountain into a room with a glass ceiling. Or everything shatters. — Jennifer DeLucy

What is bad painting? Picabia made some deliberately bad paintings, but they were by him, so great in a way. — Peter Doig

I've always kept my word, and my clients have always kept their word. — Robert Shapiro

What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy. — Suzanne Collins

When mind is quiet, all is Self. When mind moves the world arises. So be Still, throw away everything and be Free. — H.W.L. Poonja

When I first came out with my fans and the wind hit me, I almost took off. — Sally Rand

Philebus was saying that enjoyment and pleasure and delight, and the class of feelings akin to them, are a good to every living being, whereas I contend, that not these, but wisdom and intelligence and memory, and their kindred, right opinion and true reasoning, are better and more desirable than pleasure — Socrates

Struggling against the legalism of simple obedience, we end by setting up the most dangerous law of all, the law of the world and the law of grace. In our effort to combat legalism we land ourselves in the worst kind of legalism. The only way of overcoming this legalism is by real obedience to Christ when he calls us to follow him; for in Jesus the law is at once fulfilled and cancelled. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel. — Graham Greene

An unvirtuous citizenry tend to elect representatives who will pander to their covetous lustings. — Ezra Taft Benson

to the Piazzale Loreto and machine-gunned them to death. I saw . . ." He broke down. "Tullio was one of them." Uncle Albert and his father looked gut-shot. Aunt Greta said, "That's not true! You must have seen someone else." Pino, crying, said, "It was him. Tullio was so brave. Yelling at the men who were about to shoot him, calling them cowards . . . and . . . oh God, it was . . . horrible." He went to his father and hugged him while Uncle Albert held Aunt Greta, who had turned hysterical. "I hate them," she said. "My own people and I hate them." When she'd calmed down, Uncle Albert said, "I have to go tell his mother." "She — Mark T. Sullivan