Sergeis Head Quotes & Sayings

Imagine a temple inside your mind, a haven from the chaos of the world. Visit often. — Marianne Williamson

I was raised in unique and trying environments, but they were also amazing platforms for me to have an extraordinary life. Going through hell as a kid made me sensitive to what others in this world go through, too. — Drew Barrymore

Don't listen to voices. If you hear voices talking to you, forget it. Disregard the information, even if it is right occasionally. You are dealing with non-physical forces that are trying to influence you. — Frederick Lenz

My dad was a Marine. He was one of the Montford Point Marines. Those are the equivalent of the Tuskegee Airmen for Marines. He's a tough, tough guy. — Larry Elder

Vulgarity is no substitute for wit — Julian Fellowes

Artists paint not for their own enjoyment but to share their vision with others. — John Kurtz

She wanted to tell him what happened wasn't really his fault, but she knew that wasn't the way this kind of guilt worked. Intellectually, he already knew that. It was his emotions that were tripping him up. The tangle of love and memory and what might have been. — Charles De Lint

I felt something stir within me. It took a moment to recognise it. Anger. — Alison Goodman

At the same time, the idea of losing myself in him - of completely giving myself over to him - scares me. Fear holds me back. — H.M. Ward

The great heart of comrade Kim Jong Il has ceased. — Kim Yong-nam

I love architecture. — Chris Pine

Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer.
Birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer.
Death is speechless, so hear my speech.
This is Jake, who served his ka and his tet. Say true.
May the forgiving glance of S'mana heal his heart. Say please.
May the arms of Gan raise him from the darkness of this earth. Say please.
Surround him, Gan , with light.
Fill him, Chloe, with strength.
If he is thirsty, give him water in the clearing.
If he is hungry, give him food in the clearing.
May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing become as a dream to his waking soul, and let his eyes fall upon every lovely sight; let him find the friends that were lost to him, and let every one whose name he calls call his in return.
This is Jake, who lived well, loved his own, and died as ka would have it.
Each man owes a death. This is Jake. Give him peace. — Stephen King