Telpas Manual 2021 Quotes & Sayings

All penguins are the same below the surface, which I think is as perfect an analogy as we're likely to get for the futility of racism. — Russell Brand

Mattia was startled to find that he still had instincts, buried beneath the dense network of thoughts and abstractions that had woven itself around him. — Paolo Giordano

Mac, are you even listening?" Nick's voice sounded annoyed. "You used to be a lot more attentive."
"I used to be banging you too," I informed him absently. "I found your opinions about my love life a lot more interesting then. — S.E. Harmon

The stupid don't even understand something that happened long ago, the wise understand it before it develops. — Shang Yang

The whole movement of happiness, unhappiness, happiness, unhappiness, could be called unhappiness. You're suffering because your state of mind is in flux, moving back and forth. The ego's happiness is really a form of suffering, because it cannot live without unhappiness. — Eckhart Tolle

I write almost purely by instinct. I've never made an outline. — Steve Erickson

When God is all you have, then all you have, is all you need. — Max Lucado

She appreciated the fact that the wolf did not caper, bow down, yelp, or slaver on her, in the slavish and inconsiderate way of dogs. The wolf was no whore for man's approval. He fed himself. — Patrick Califia-Rice

Most people guard against going into the fire and so end up in it. Those who love the water of pleasure and make it their devotion are cheated with this reversal. The trickery goes further. The voice of the fire tells the truth, sayin I am not fire. I am fountainhead. Come into me and don't mind the sparks. If you are a friend of the presence, fire is your water. — Rumi

I love the stories of changelings and the thought that the Fey were these ancient, capricious creatures who were tricky and dangerous. I've always preferred the Brothers Grimm faery tales to the Disney fairy tales. — Julie Kagawa

The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living. — Jean Cocteau