Roemenie Quotes & Sayings

Wondered to see, these luscious Flowers' 'Blossoming everywhere, like drops of Shower' 'WISH! My ecstasy would has that Power' 'Days come true! those for me, are so Far' ~Samar Sudha — Samar Sudha

It pleased him to imagine God as someone like his mother, someone beleagured by too many responsibilities, too dog-tired to monitor an energetic boy every minute of the day, but who, out of love and fear for his safety, checked in on him whenever she could. Was this so crazy? ... Miles liked the idea of a God who, when He at last had the oppotunity to return His attention to His children, might shake His head with wonder and mutter, "Jesus. Look what they're up to now." A distractible God, perhaps, one who'd be startled to discover so many of His children way up in trees since the last time He looked. A God whose hand would go rushing to His mouth in fear in that instant of recognition that - good God! - that kid's going to hurt himself. A God who could be surprised by unanticipated pride - glory be, that boy is a climber! — Richard Russo

If you can't play the blues ... you might as well hang it up. — Dexter Gordon

Socialism and Communism have failed, but now Capitalism is failing us. — Jo M. Sekimonyo

We'll kill him on the green with a five iron. — Jenny Downham

A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity. — Wally Lamb

Typically, when there are corporate habits that undermine individuals, it has emerged without any sort of central planning. Nobody sits down and says, 'I'm going to create an evil habit for this corporation.' — Charles Duhigg

As a teacher, the desire to teach is valuable, but the desire to educate is priceless. — Debasish Mridha

You have to kind of shift the way you look at life when you're in a group of people that you work with. It's not so much, do they make you feel good when you're around them all the time; it's how can you make everyone feel comfortable together. — Adam Duritz

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones ... — Colin Meloy