Pfcs1rkzss Quotes & Sayings

You think the world is what it looks like in fine weather at noon day; I think it is what it seems like in the early morning when one first wakes from deep sleep. — Alfred North Whitehead

Loved her?! I never even touched her," he said.

"That's the problem with men, Jack," she said, "you think that love has to start in the fingers. — Kevin Alyn Elders

If you cannot be compassionate to yourself, you will not be able to be compassionate to others. When we get angry, we have to produce awareness: "I am angry. Anger is in me. I am anger." That is the first thing to do. — Thich Nhat Hanh

The fate of animals is of far greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous. — Emile Zola

The bastard. How dare he? I was drowning in a fucking river that he was still attempting to save me from, and he was telling me he was going to push me back in and hold me under. My father's death had nearly destroyed me. Cal's death would finish me. — T.J. Klune

How am I, a writer, supposed to feel about having lost you to a reader? — Joshua Cohen

Spend time understanding who you are, after all the only person your ever going to truly live with; is yourself. — Nikki Rowe

Show me a guy who can't pitch inside and I'll show you a loser. — Sandy Koufax

O virgin mother, daughter of thy Son,
humble beyond all creatures and more exalted;
predestined turning point of God's intention;
Thy merit so ennobled human nature
that its divine Creator did not scorn
to make Himself the creature of His creature.
The Love that was rekindled in Thy womb
sends for the warmth of the eternal peace
within whose ray this flower has come to bloom.
Here to us, thou art the noon and scope
of Love revealed; and among mortal men,
the living fountain of eternal hope. — Dante Alighieri

Though perseverance does not come from our power, yet it comes from within our power. — Saint Francis De Sales

Find the video that has been so offensive to Muslims to be disgusting and reprehensible. — Jay Carney

Soon the floor in front of us is littered with the corpses of unfinished songs. — Dave Barry