Psiquicos Online Quotes & Sayings

Men, who are rogues individually, are in the mass very honorable people. — Charles De Secondat

Credibility is someone else's idea of what I should be doing. — Paul Stanley

When you go to take someone's picture, the first thing they say is, what you want me to do? Everyone is very awkward. — Annie Leibovitz

I tend to over-analyse things. I'm not the type of person to flip a coin and let things happen. — Emily Browning

Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman. — Coco Chanel

Think first. Think twice. Think again. Respect others. Respect yourself. Respect dreams. — Kevin James Breaux

I don't like and even resist, being broken wide-open. But, when the contents of my unconscious self spill out of me and i sift through all the disowned parts of who i am ... it's an uncomfortably enlightening and eye-opening experience. It feels a bit like emotional bloodletting. I guess every now and then, i need that release valve to open all the way ... — Jaeda DeWalt

The conspicuous consumption of limited resources has yet to be accepted widely as a spiritual error, or even bad manners — Barbara Kingsolver

Love is selfless. It does not dictate terms. Expectations are natural but not compulsory. It doesn't say I will love you as long as you will listen to me. The minute you will disobey me I will leave you. It says I will show you the right path. If you choose a path which is wrong according to me than I will not support you but I will still love you — Shiv Kumar

Great men taken up in any way are profitable company. We cannot look, however imperfectly, upon a great man without gaining something by him. — Thomas Carlyle

Words can so often mean what you take from them rather than what was intended. — Daniel Abraham

The object of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives. — Robert Maynard Hutchins

One morning as I closed the cyclone-fence gate / to begin a slow drift / down to the cookhouse on foot / (because my truck wheels were glued / in deep mud once again), / I walked straight into / the waiting non-arms of a snake, / its tan beaded-bag skin / studded with black diamonds.
Up it coiled to speak to me a eye level. / Imagine! that sleek finger / rising out of the land's palm / and coiling faster than a Hindu rope. / The thrill of a bull snake / startled in the morning / when the mesas lie pooled / in a custard of light / kept me bright than ball lightning all day.
Praise leapt first to mind / before flight or danger, / praise that knows no half-truth, and pardons all. — Diane Ackerman