Unzug Nglich Quotes & Sayings

Infinite goes all the way up and all the way down; and at every level, with equal attention, He creates with the full dose of His personality. — N.D. Wilson

Real life is developed from within. Real living means that the soul expresses itself through all one's thoughts, words and actions. A person becomes fearless once he understands the nature of the imperishable soul. — Mata Amritanandamayi

He woulda hired the Boston Strangler if he'd've worked for minimum wage. — Stephen King

It's not the first time I should be dead, Bast. I'm a fair hand at avoiding it. — Patrick Rothfuss

When we were eating dinner, imagining what it would be like to see — Sylvia Day

A conservative is a liberal mugged by reality. — Irving Kristol

I've always known, before I had a record deal, that the thing is to go out and put on the show. I've been doing that from day one. — Flo Rida

Why is it taking so long to believe that if we hurt Nature, we hurt ourselves? — Davi Kopenawa Yanomami

When you praise someone you call yourself his equal. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I am often criticized, or at least questions are raised, about what appears to be the absence of the Holy Spirit in my work. — Stanley Hauerwas

You forgot who you are right as the world learned your name. — Macklemore

Where there is unconditional love, the wound of one is the wound of all. — T. B. Joshua

Rikiu was watching his son Shoan as he swept and
watered the garden path. "Not clean enough," said Rikiu, when Shoan had finished his task, and bade him try again. After a weary hour the son turned to Rikiu: "Father, there is nothing more to be done. The steps have been washed for the third time, the stone lanterns and the trees are well sprinkled with water, moss and lichens are shining with a fresh verdure; not a twig, not a leaf have I left on the ground."
"Young fool," chided the tea-master, "that is not the way a garden path should be swept." Saying this, Rikiu stepped into the garden, shook a tree and scattered over the garden gold and crimson leaves, scraps of the brocade of autumn! — Kakuzo Okakura

Like bones to the human body, the axle to the wheel, the wing to the bird, and the air to the wing, so is liberty the essence of life. Whatever is done without it is imperfect. — Jose Marti