Stressless Recliner Quotes & Sayings

The body becomes the carrier for the work. It's not really about the physical body; it really becomes the apparatus that carries and moves the work. I don't really consider the body as much; I look at it as a tool. — Nick Cave

All life stinks and you must embrace that with compassion. — Joseph Campbell

Love gives itself; it is not bought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Cheerfulness means a contented spirit, a pure heart, a kind and loving disposition; it means humility and ~ charity, a generous appreciation of others, and a modest opinion of self. — William Makepeace Thackeray

Her eyes were tired, but we're seniors. All seniors have dead eyes. — Laurie Halse Anderson

Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy. — Lord Byron

At Field Elementary School in Omaha, I'd been the only one in my class to flunk kindergarten; I don't remember why, — Marlon Brando

I never saw your face that night. But I never forgot your scent. Sometimes, I'd be sitting in class or walking through the corridors between classes, someone would walk by and the smell would hit me like a kick in the face. But I'd still close my eyes and breathe it in for as long as the scent lingered. You may have tried to forget me, but, as painful as it was for me, I didn't want to forget you. — Cassia Leo

How often do we stand convinced of the truth of our early memories, forgetting that they are assessments made by a child? We can replace the narratives that hold us back by inventing wiser stories, free from childish fears, and, in doing so, disperse long-held psychological stumbling blocks. — Benjamin Zander

There's so much more to me than swimming. I like to go and have fun, like to go dancing, hang out with my friends. — Ryan Lochte

Lying bed, I listened to them, and I wonder now where in truth the real power rested that night: whether in the hands of men like Grimston, men like Edwards. Whether it slept with the King at Oxford in an ordinary bed, dormant, like a taint in the blood. Whether it rested on the waiting benches of the Commons, or whether it went home with their plain occupants, like a shilling in each of their pockets.

I think the truth is that, rather than resting in any one of several places, all real power had gone loose by that night through the realm; and the land might have belonged to any man. Any man with the will to say, 'This is what we shall do. — Beth Underdown