Spiritual Jelentese Quotes & Sayings

I have found through trial and error that I work best under duress. In fact
I work only under duress. — Edward Abbey

Poor bird! Thou 'dst never fear the net nor lime, The pitfall nor the gin. — William Shakespeare

Science is the best thing humans beings have ever come up with. And if it isn't, science will fix it. — Bill Nye

All the courage and competitiveness of Jackie Robinson affects me to this day. If I patterned my life after anyone it was him, not because he was the first black baseball player in the majors but because he was a hero. — Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

While one is asleep one cannot do anything that is good. Virtue is impossible in unconsciousness, only sin is possible. Unconsciousness is the source of sin. — Rajneesh

I have confused ideas of deity, heavily influenced by mind-altering years of reading science fiction, that do not often trouble me, but one thing I know for certain, and have known since the age of five or six, is that I really can't stand the God of Abraham. In fact, I consider him to constitute the pattern to which every true asshole I have ever known in my life has pretty well conformed. — Michael Chabon

Every person has contributed to me as a human, but a lot of the characters I do are ones I created. — Tracy Morgan

Victory is forged in the heart. — Noelle Crawford

When I start writing a poem, I don't think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done. — Gwendolyn Brooks

I believe that cunning is not only morally wrong but also politically expedient, and have therefore always discountenanced its use even from the practical standpoint. — Mahatma Gandhi

If we can share our story with someone who responds with empathy and understanding, shame can't survive. — Brene Brown

Was so proud that night, so self-possessed, standing tall, fully inhabited. I owned myself, felt fully mine to give. — Elisa Albert

I love Janet Jackson. — Sevyn Streeter

The naked woman marched around the swimming pool, the corpses in the hearse rejoicing that she, too, was dead - these were the "down below" she had feared and fled once before but which mysteriously beckoned her. These were her vertigo: she heard a sweet (almost joyous) summons to renounce her fate and soul. The solidarity of the soulless calling her. And in times of weakness, she was ready to heed the call and return to her mother. She was already to dismiss the crew of her soul from the deck of her body; ready to descend to a place among her mother's friemd and laugh when one of them broke wind noisily; ready to march around the pool naked with them and sing. — Milan Kundera