Waldbaum Dialysis Quotes & Sayings

I meditate twice a day. I chant. I lean more towards Buddhist practices. — Taryn Manning

What is the usual reaction among our friends and neighbors if in a family something unexpected happens? ... Telephone and [email] are immediately put to work ... and the incident is discussed for days on end. It is no wonder there is no time left in which to ponder on what it might mean, what message God might want to bring home to us by permitting this or that to happen in our lives ... 'To ponder' is an all-but-forgotten art in our days. Who thinks? We don't need to anymore. The TV and [internet] do it for us. — Maria Augusta Von Trapp

I respect a person that has had to fight and howl for his decency. — Tennessee Williams

Create. Don't Compete. — W.Chan Kim

When the thunder rumbles,
Now the age of gold is dead.
When the dreams we've clung to
Trying to stay young,
Have left us parched and old instead.
When my courage crumbles,
When I feel confused and frail,
When my spirit falters on decaying altars
And my illusions fail
I go on right then.
I go on again.
I go on to say I will celebrate another day.
I go on.
If tomorrow tumbles
And everything I love is gone,
I will face regret all my days, and yet
I will still go on. — Leonard Bernstein

Few secret undertakings ever did any nation any good. — Arthur M. Schlesinger Jr.

If you are not thinking universally and intellectually, you can only remain flawlessly stagnant. — Lionel Suggs

Tibetan Buddhism had an enormous impact on me. — Richard Gere

Mitt Romney comes from a family of builders. — John Boehner

In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism." This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate? — D.H. Lawrence

Move on up towards your destination — Curtis Mayfield

But ... When it comes to you ... I want to believe in forever. — Hinako Ashihara

Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors. — Umberto Eco

With every breath I take, I will always love you. — Jennifer L. Armentrout