Qabbala Quotes & Sayings

Yes," Nicholas replied, in a bored voice. "The name is Dutch. Dragonwyck, meaning place of the dragon. It derives from an Indian legend about a flying serpent whose eyes were fire and whose flaming breath withered the corn."
"Heavens!" With a light laugh, Miranda asked her new employer if the red men had sent forth a champion to do battle with the dragon.
The patroon's face was dark, unsmiling. "To appease him the wise men of the tribe sacrificed a pure maiden on the rocky bluff you see above you."
Miranda's laughter died. Something in Nicholas Van Ryn's cruel, handsome features made her imagine herself in the Indian maiden's place. — Anya Seton

A person can say he loves God with all his heart and can give a great impression of this being the case, but if he does not relate well with others, he is deceived and/or deceiving (1 John 4:20). — Lewie Clark

From something as simple as what goes in to a good meatloaf to the not so simple - religion, culture, how you should vote, every damn thing you think or believe, your reactions, your behavior - were partially shaped by who and what your parents were. — Sandra Brown

Truth is firmly planted in the ground;
it will grow tended or unattended to. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I've tried Buddhism, Scientology, Numerology, Transcendental Meditation, Qabbala, t'ai chi, feng shui and Deepak Chopra but I find straight gin works best. — Phyllis Diller

Of course, to have money is just great because you can do what you think is important to you. — Paulo Coelho

It is not as common as female/male prostitution, but yes my friends and I had female clients. But this is a request that most girls are not willing to do. No, we never saw it as anything different, because if ladies were paying for an escort, they were still considered our clients, and they were treated as such. — Annie Lobert

There is only one way to make good on an intention, and that is to turn it into action. — A.W. Tozer

Time doesn't change a person's basic character. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips

History counts its skeletons in round numbers.
A thousand and one remains a thousand,
as though the one had never existed:
an imaginary embryo, an empty cradle,
...
emptiness running down steps toward the garden,
nobody's place in line. — Wislawa Szymborska