Postprandial Hypotension Quotes & Sayings

Ask a man which way he is going to vote, and he will probably tell you. Ask him, however, why, and vagueness is all. — Bernard Levin

Conscience is God's presence in humans. — Emanuel Swedenborg

I was a shy kid, but somehow I knew I would make it as a performer. I'd always be telling my mum that I was going to be a famous singer. In my school yearbooks I would write, 'Remember me when I'm famous.' I knew I had a gift. — Nicole Scherzinger

It is a tremendous waste of energy to try to block anyone else. That same energy could be applied to furthering your own success. — Frederick Lenz

Take a look around, then, and see that none of the uninitiated are listening. Now by the uninitiated I mean the people who believe in nothing but what they can grasp in their hands, and who will not allow that action or generation or anything invisible can have real existence. — Plato

I don't want to not be important. — Irving Azoff

neuronal field," as he called it, created within the brain, which in turn interacts with what he called the "pre-space structure" - a field that all space, time, matter, energy, biological life and consciousness emanates from - i.e., the Source Field. — David Wilcock

Every language has its own word for the sun, but the sun us always the same. — Marty Rubin

The first rule to having something is taking care of what you have. — Dortha Jackson

Love is ancient and mysterious and you can't mess with it. If you do it just backfires and you meet with disaster. — Alice Hoffman

I hitchhiked to Miami in 1953, and there were oranges laying on the road, black shantytowns, and marinas with nice boats. The museums were virtually empty. — James Rosenquist

Yet we must say something when those who say the most are saying nothing. — Augustine Of Hippo

This is my wife, Trish. The Good Lord overwhelms her on occasion. I find it best to just ignore it, — Kristen Ashley

A rural Venus, Selah rises from the
gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps
petals of water from her skin. At once,
clouds begin to sob for such beauty.
Clothing drops like leaves.
"No one makes poetry,my Mme.
Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,"
I whisper. She smiles: "We'll shape it with
our souls."
Desire illuminates the dark manuscript
of our skin with beetles and butterflies.
After the lightning and rain has ceased,
after the lightning and rain of lovemaking
has ceased, Selah will dive again into the
sunflower-open river. — George Elliott Clarke

I would love to do film in Spanish. — Genesis Rodriguez