Wdays Inn Quotes & Sayings

Our lives are a continuing journey - and we must learn and grow at every bend as we make our way, sometimes stumbling, but always moving, toward the finest within us. — Gerald Coffee

In consequence of inventing machines, men will be devoured by them. — Jules Verne

Public esteem is the recompense of honest men. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Him I call indeed a Brahmana whose knowledge is deep, who possesses wisdom, who knows the right way and the wrong, and has attained the highest end. — Various

Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears,
Fever'd the progress of these years,
Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem
The recollection of a dream. — Walter Scott

Reading to small children is a specialty. — Clifton Fadiman

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give. — Amy Lowell

My big problem with corporate structure is this bizarre sense of loyalty you're supposed to feel
towards what is basically a virus. It grows or dies, like any virus. And you use it for your own selfish ends. - source — Thom Yorke

I love you," I whispered brokenly against his lips. Tears leaked out at the corners of my eyes. He pushed the hair off my face, clearing me for his view. Our noses touched, we were so close. His fingers trailed over my face, drying the tears from my cheeks as quickly as they fell.
"Don't cry, baby. I love you. I love you, Emerson." He pronounced the words slowly, like he was savoring them. Or maybe he just wanted me to absorb them. Maybe he wanted them to sink in so that I would feel them as clearly and completely as I felt his hands on my face, his lips against mine ... his heartbeat vibrating from his chest into my body.
So that I would believe in them. Believe in him.
And I did. I felt them. I believed in them.
I believed in us. — Sophie Jordan

Is my science of a level consistent with other people who have gotten the Nobel? Yes. — Craig Venter

I never know the heron as it flies at first. What is the slow, wide-winged figure in the sky? Then I see it, like a word in a foreign language, like seeing one's own name written in a strange alphabet and recognizing it, I say it: the heron. — Ursula K. Le Guin

The teacher is not a person; they're a field of energy. They're a series of levels of attention. While they have a body and appear to be there, they're not. — Frederick Lenz