Unachievable Feet Quotes & Sayings

Not God, but man-made gods kill, by self-will. — Fakeer Ishavardas

Healing of the world's woes will not come through this or that social or political theory; not through violent changes in government, but in the still small voice that speaks to the conscience and the heart. — Arthur James Moore

Artful without being pretentious, well-made without being staid, Trey Moody's investigations of our weird and ordinary world are a little off, by which I mean that they're onto something. Read 'em and be crept into. — Graham Foust

But happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue. One must have a reason to "be happy." Once the reason is found, however, one becomes happy automatically. — Viktor E. Frankl

We marry to grow up, to escape our parents and to inherit our share of the world, not knowing who we are and who we will become, so it is left to marriage to make it clear which ones of us are growing in the same directions and which are ships meant to have passed in the night. — Merle Shain

Hatred is the price that society extracts from its leaders for the honour, power and wealth it bestows unto them. — Awdhesh Singh

When I get up in the morning, I have to decide what I'm going to have for dinner or I can't get through the day. — Alan King

From speaking with my mother I learned that forgiveness is a process that begins with the choice to end your own suffering. — Iyanla Vanzant

In the moonlight David saw that Thoresby had become very peculiar indeed. Figs nestled among the leaves of beech-trees. Elder-trees were bowed down with pomegranates. Ivy was almost torn from walls by the weight of ripe blackberries growing upon it. Anything which had ever possessed any sort of life had sprung fruitfulness. Ancient, dried up frames had become swollen with sap and we putting out twigs, leaves, blossoms and fruit. Door-frames and doors were so distorted that bricks had been pushed out of place and some houses were in danger of collapsing altogether. The cart in the middle of the high street was a grove of silver birches. Its broken wheels put forth briar roses and nightingales sang on it. — Susanna Clarke

Or is it that I think too much? — Steve Martin

I hope your plan involves a time machine so you can go back and kill baby Caroline - and baby Hitler too, I suppose, if there's time. — R.S. Grey

The purpose of art is to collide the intellectual and visceral together at the highest speed possible. — Penn Jillette

We dance for the pure joy of it. In the kitchen to the record player. Because we've got it in us. All over ... it's not just in the legs. It comes from inside and runs all through you. In waves. From down below to up above. All the way to the scalp. — Gunter Grass

Treat everyone with humility and kindness even when they are rude to you. — Debasish Mridha