Vicarage By The Sea Quotes & Sayings

What was my great sin? To have revealed the private property of the bank - well if this is being a criminal, then maybe I'm a great criminal. — Jose Mujica

O Trinity, eternal Trinity! Fire, abyss of love ... Was it necessary that you should give Even the Holy Trinity as food for souls? ... You gave us not only your Word Through the Redemption and in the Eucharist, But you also gave yourself In the fullness of love for your creature. — St. Catherine Of Siena

Isn't doing nothing a kind of troublemaking? — Anthony Doerr

I would like somebody to be hated more than I am. — Dionysius I Of Syracuse

Silence introduced in a society that worships noise is like the Moon exposing the night. Behind darkness is our fear. Within silence our voice dwells. What is required from both is that we be still. We focus. We listen. We see and we hear. The unexpected emerges. — Terry Tempest Williams

And, anyway it's not always about fitting in."
"It's not?"
"Nope. Sometimes, it's about reading your environment real quick, and then finding the bits that fit you. — Melissa Keil

Anyone who creates something new or does something different artistically is going to be singled out. — Carlisle Floyd

Those two pilots that sped 150 miles past their Minneapolis destination have been suspended. They got suspended because they were looking at their laptops instead of flying the plane. Think about this
everybody else on the plane has to turn off their laptops except for the people flying the plane. — Jay Leno

If I end up hosting 'Joker's Wild,' please shoot me. — Anderson Cooper

It was one of the best meals we ever ate.
Perhaps that is because it was the first conscious one, for me at least; but the fact that we remember it with such queer clarity must mean that it had other reasons for being important. I suppose that happens at least once to every human. I hope so.
Now the hills are cut through with superhighways, and I can't say whether we sat that night in Mint Canyon or Bouquet, and the three of us are in some ways even more than twenty-five years older than we were then. And still the warm round peach pie and the cool yellow cream we ate together that August night live in our hearts' palates, succulent, secret, delicious. — Mary Francis Kennedy Fisher