Romainville Maps Quotes & Sayings

What if what you do to survive kills the things you love? — Bruce Springsteen

The whole deal about loving truly and for real and with all you've got has everything to do with letting those we love see what made us. — Cheryl Strayed

Stories are all we humans have to make us immortal. — Salley Vickers

I like the trail that the Internet created. For example, I was watching one of those Douglas Sirk movies, and I noticed that Rock Hudson towered over everyone, and I typed in "How tall was" and I saw "How tall was Jesus," and I'm like, "Sure," and half an hour later you're somewhere you didn't expect to be. It doesn't work that same way in books, does it? Even if you have an encyclopedia, the trail isn't that crazy. I like that aspect of it. — David Sedaris

The major political battles about guns in our society concern handguns and assault weapons, not long arms like hunting rifles. — Jackson Katz

With love there is no painful reaction; love only brings a reaction of bliss; if it does not, it is not love; it is mistaking something else for love." - Swami Vivekananda — Bhanu Prakash Singh

Today I want to belong. I want to feel safe and at home. I want to be aware of what it is like simply to be, without defenses or desires. I will appreciate the flow of life for what it is-my own true self. I will notice those moments of intimacy with myself, when I feel that "I am" is enough to sustain me forever. I will lie on the grass at one with nature, expanding until my being fades into the infinite. — Deepak Chopra

I am for God, I am the lover of God, I am loved by God, I am the servant of God, I am the servant of the servant of God, and I am the well-wishing instrument of God's love towards every living being, with all humility. The emergence of that realization is the greatest attainment in life. — Radhanath Swami

I don't see the world unless I see it in ink. — Jewel

What does that indignity amount to, weighed, I mean, in the scales of the New Testament? — Herman Melville

Or perhaps it was the crying woman's mention of the unread library books, because truly there was nothing sadder, except a gift that a person has hand made for you, a scarf or a poncho, that, try as you might, you cannot ever see your way into wearing. This is when the cold indifference of the world envelops you, and makes you feel invigorated by emotion but also acutely alone. — Heidi Julavits