Parceling Land Quotes & Sayings
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(Who but a drunk, I wonder looking back, could sit on the porch alone and get in an argument?) — Mary Karr

Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow?"
Deed, and I don't, know" said Alan. "For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled: - and now I like ye better! — Robert Louis Stevenson

Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I let the song come to me. Then that thing comes to you, and you just know what that thing is. Music isn't like a 9-to-5 job. You never know. It's just the most unpredictable thing. — Benny Blanco

I realised that you can go through times of extreme happiness, but if that happiness is not coming from a deeply rooted place, you will also be going through extreme lows of sadness. — Katrina Kaif

Throw that dreary man Cicero out of the window, and request the divine Virgil (with the utmost love and respect) to take a seat along with his fellow-Augustans and the First Consul, until your pupils are ready to be ushered into the presence. — Dorothy L. Sayers

Will, Oksana, and two other women. Only four. ONLY four? — Rysa Walker

In this way, the Hearsts became the symbol of the overly lenient parents of the era and a counterpoint to the Republican administration's voice of discipline and order. — Jeffrey Toobin

Who in the world wants to run a country where the new norm is one where there are no jobs? — Rush Limbaugh

If you have the feeling that something is wrong, don't be afraid to speak up. — Fred Korematsu

We look at our own problems, and we say ... why? Maybe we should look at our blessings and ask the same thing. — Susan May Warren

They say a man's inspiration is visual, but for a woman, it's the narrative.
Abandon both the narrative and the visual. Close your eyes, measure your breath.
Dead weight is sloughed off, dust swept away, forms dissolve into one atmosphere.
The rib cage opens, the lungs fill, the breast rises.
Waves sweep up the body on their swell, rocking it rhythmically.
Feet planted, the back arches, the pelvis reaches forward.
Oxygen kindles a flame, sprawling through the belly, and gathering in a warm blaze.
The hand reaches to meet the sensation.
Calligraphy spills from the inkwell.
Open your eyes, sharpen your focus, and exclaim:
There are no separations. — Craig Thompson

Love as a disposition does not primarily act on abstract principle. Instead it is a way of seeing habitually and responding to the real,
separate, individual needs of each of the people we encounter in our lives every single day. — Roberta C. Bondi