Ronesha Brown Quotes & Sayings

I've always had a problem saying what I feel for fear of having someone dislike me. — Sandra Dee

Leaves fell around me, red and gold stars falling through the mist. — Christopher Barzak

Presence is not some exotic state that we need to search for or manufacture. In the simplest terms, it is the felt sense of wakefulness, openness, and tenderness that arises when we are fully here and now with our experience. — Tara Brach

You are not saintly (a good person) because an organization says so, but rather because you stay connected to the divinity of your origination. You are not intelligent because of a transcript; you are intelligence itself, which needs no external confirmation. You are not moral because you obey the laws; you are mortality itself because you are the same as what you came from. — Wayne Dyer

Pink, gold, blue.
I choose you! — Gail Carson Levine

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society. — Charles Lamb

You are young, so you may not understand what it feels like to be offered a second chance at my age, especially after so ... so difficult a time, when one has seen his own death and accepted it. — G. Willow Wilson

As a human being, I'm concerned about the world that I live in. So, I'm concerned about peace. I'm concerned about - about man's inhumanity to man. I'm concerned about the environment. — Herbie Hancock

I hope it never becomes normal to feel scrutinized. — Scarlett Johansson

You are the candle, love is the light, enlighten the mind, and heart with your empowering light. — Debasish Mridha

He showed the fineness of his nature by being kinder to me after that misunderstanding than before. Nay, the very incident which, by my theory, must in some degree estrange me and him, changed, indeed, somewhat our relations; but not in the sense I painfully anticipated. An invisible, but a cold something, very slight, very transparent, but very chill: a sort of screen of ice had hitherto, all through our two lives, glazed the medium through which we exchanged intercourse. Those few warm words, though only warm with anger, breathed on that frail frost-work of reserve; about this time, it gave note of dissolution. I think from that day, so long as we continued friends, he never in discourse stood on topics of ceremony with me. — Charlotte Bronte