Pores Of Winer Quotes & Sayings

There is something suspect about our inability to enjoy anything. — Chogyam Trungpa

It is not always about what you eat and drink. Rather it can be about what you are not eating and drinking, for which the body is desperately craving! — Miranda J. Barrett

Write as if your parents are dead. — Anne Lamott

The deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless. It is beyond words. It is beyond speech. It is beyond concept. Not that we discover a new unity, but we discover an old unity. My dear brothers and sisters, we are already one. But we imagine we are not. And what we have to recover is our original unity. What we have to be, is what we are. — Thomas Merton

Does 'Shooting Fish' have less artistic merit than a play like 'Angels In America,' which I did? Well, probably. But it's good for something. — Dan Futterman

Anything can happen. The great banana peel of existence is always on the floor somewhere. — Robert Fulghum

Stop waiting for the right person to come into your life. Be the right person to come to someone's life — Leo Babauta

My childhood may have been more demented than most, because I learned to read very early and was allowed to read whatever I wanted. — Poppy Z. Brite

As I enter on the path of happiness, I scatter the dregs and shreds and clippings of the past behind me. I divest myself of all the crapulous years. — William John Locke

That wonderful, terrible night when her mother died and her whole world had been destroyed, when she realized she loved Kai and her whole world had been created anew. — Diana Peterfreund

When we look at things as simple as food, it's not about just nourishment and sustaining our life, it is really the seed of our ancestor. — Maya Tiwari

Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding back love and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then, usually, there was trouble. — Charles Bukowski