Repackage Vienna Quotes & Sayings

I've been working on the soprano saxophone for 40 years, and the possibilities are astounding. It's up to you, the only limit is the imagination. — Steve Lacy

Most poor people live in the poorest countries. — Bill Gates

The works of the great artists are silent books of eternal truths. — Stefan Zweig

We're all being tested...That's what life is. — Brad Meltzer

Thomas Kelly wrote, We feel honestly the pull of many obligations and try to fulfill them all. And we are unhappy, uneasy, strained, oppressed, and fearful we shall be shallow ... We have hints that there is a way of life vastly richer and deeper than all this hurried existence, a life of unhurried serenity and peace and power. If only we could slip over into that Center! ... We have seen and known some people who have found this deep Center of living, where the fretful calls of life are integrated, where No as well as Yes can be said with confidence. — John Ortberg

Be so positive and optimistic that people give up trying to contain you. — Matthew Barnett

The top is not forever. Either you walk down, or you are going to be kicked down. — Janet Collins

Is Jesus a Saviour who saves you, or is he an assistant who helps you save yourself? — Darrin Patrick

The Tote End (a large and foreboding terrace at Eastville) itself was demolished in the nineties. Sadly a monstrous Ikea store now stands in it's place. Where once tribes of youths performed their rites of passage and bodily fluids flowed in the name of love, hate and pride; Justin and Kate bicker over which wood flooring they should choose. It fucking kills me. — Chris Brown

I didn't die, and that's the point. Doesn't matter how close you come if you walk away whole. — Courtney Schafer

People who truly follow the Way would do well to conceal the fact that they are Buddhists. — Dogen

One had to be careful with elbows and boys — Laurie Halse Anderson

For the most part, in the course of our daily lives we abide the abundant evidence that no such universal justice exists. Like a cart horse, we plod along the cobblestones dragging our masters' wares with our heads down and our blinders in place, waiting patiently for the next cube of sugar. But there are certain times when chance suddenly provides the justice that Agatha Christies promise. We look around at the characters cast in our own lives - our heiresses and gardeners, our vicars and nannies, our late-arriving guests who are not exactly what they seem - and discover that before the end of the weekend all assembled will get there just desserts. But when we do so, we rarely remember to count ourselves among their company. — Amor Towles

Money cannot buy man. — Lailah Gifty Akita