Tastys Quotes & Sayings

Your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel. — August Wilson

I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn't write them down, I should not probably forget all about them. — Oscar Wilde

Once her tears started, she always had hard time stopping, to the extent that i wondered how she was able to hold them in the first place. — Kyung-Sook Shin

I glance at the sky, but there are no clouds. There are never clouds. I know what clouds look like only because of the digital images in our lessons at school. I know someone who has been north, to the mountains, and swears she saw clouds. Perhaps she's telling the truth, but I doubt it. — Denise Getson

Questioned by a Companion about the best possible hijrah, the Prophet was to answer: "It is to exile yourself [to move away] from evil [abominations, lies, sins]."12 This requirement of spiritual exile was to be repeated in different forms. — Tariq Ramadan

The murders in Paris are sickening, we stand with the French people in the fight against terror and defending the freedom of the press. — David Cameron

The first step to change,... is accepting your reality right now. Honoring your process. Compassionate self-awareness leads to change; harsh self-criticism only holds the pattern in place, creating a stubborn and defensive Basic Self. Be gentle with yourself as you would with a child. Be gentle but firm. Give yourself the space to grow. But remember that the timing is in god's hands, not yours. page~147 — Dan Millman

She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced. — Victor Hugo

He [Jesus] has no need of our works but only of our love. — Therese Of Lisieux

Two messed up halves that make one perfect whole? — Jillian Dodd

I cannot believe that NSWRU don't want to interview me. — Damir Dokic

He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful. — Christine Feehan

Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed. — Walter De La Mare

You played it with great seriousness. And it is not such an uncommon game. Do you know Ibsen's poem
To live it to do battle with trolls
in the vaults of the heart and brain.
To write: that is to sit
in judgement over one's self.
— Robertson Davies