Stonyfield Greek Quotes & Sayings

Control your thoughts and you can control your emotions. Do you trust me? — Louise Penny

Love is like vast ocean. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Being on tour is a giggle. — Rhys Ifans

But it bothers you. It pisse you off that I'm not crippled with debt or saddled with some moody bitch. Instead, you PR your lives and act like I'm supposed to ency you ... — Adam Neville

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story. — Byron Katie

Do what you can,
do what you must,
and do what you love.
Use your mind as much as possible,
your mouth as little as possible,
and your hands as much as needed. — Matshona Dhliwayo

There are no detours on a road trip, Catalano. There is only the road trip itself — Jennifer Salvato Doktorski

And then came the pain. First in her leg, as if something had sunk its teeth into it. A huge beast, a dog, maybe. It locked its jaws onto her limb and tore at the muscles with its teeth. She screamed, that was all she could do, scream. She could not describe the feeling of having her body ripped apart. She remembered her father's despair, his face as he leaned over her bed, and his words: What is it, tell me, what is it? As she writhed in pain, soaked in her own sweat, Don Guillermo, her kind, good father, waited for her to tell him. For an explanation. A meaningful verbalization of this horror, so that he could understand what was happening to his child. Otherwise, how could he help her? Because her frenzied cries were not enough. Pain needs to be articulated, communicated. It needs a kind of dialogue. It needs words. But only screams and shrieks of pain escaped from the child's lips. — Slavenka Drakulic

I thought you said scrying was a bad idea."
"It's like vodka," Calla said. "It really depends on who's doing it. — Maggie Stiefvater

Things changed. Maybe I didn't recognize what I felt then, but I do now. I'm a stupid girl who fell in love with her friend, and that's not even the worst part. The worst part is that I'll lose everything if I tell you. This little patch of happiness will wither and die, and it will be all my fault, because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I'd rather have you as a friend than not at all. — H.M. Ward

I happen to be a 64-year-old woman who lives in Manhattan, so on and so forth, but am I the sum total of my sort of bodily coordinates? Well, of course not. — Deborah Eisenberg