Shitbritches Creek Quotes & Sayings

Though the hill is high, I still desire to walk up it. I don't care how difficult it is, because I understand that it leads to the way of life. — John Bunyan

In all the things that really matter, we are one. Love and faith, trust and empathy, family and friendship, sunsets and songs of awe: in every wish born in our humanity we are one. Our humankind, at this moment in our destiny, is a child blowing on a dandelion, without thought or understanding. But the wonder in the child is the wonder in us, and there's no limit to the good we can do when human hearts connect. It's the truth of us. It's the story of us. It's the meaning of the word God: we are one. We are one. We are one. — Gregory David Roberts

Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden — S.E. Hinton

The language was also shamelessly intimate and earthy: passersby were addressed as "honey" and children as "little shits." They dubbed local landmarks Gallows Branch or Cutthroat Gap or Shitbritches Creek (in North Carolina). In Lunenberg County, Virginia, they even named two local streams Tickle Cunt Branch and Fucking Creek. — Arthur Herman

So for the question I go to the mystery of it and say I don't know. I only know that I am alive and there is something that manifests in my life, that it is God and one day I am going to understand my life, probably in the day that I die, or afterwards. But I try to find good questions and not good answers. — Paulo Coelho

Lose yourself,
lose yourself in this love.
When you lose yourself in this love, you will find everything — Jalaluddin Rumi

The danger with running for president is sooner or later some sound bite is going hit. — Darrell Hammond

At times he heard within him a soft, gentle voice, which reminded him quietly, complained quietly, so that he could hardly hear it. Then he suddenly saw clearly that he was leading a strange life, that he was doing many things that were only a game, that he was quite cheerful and sometimes experienced pleasure, but that real life was flowing past him and did not touch him — Hermann Hesse