Weekend Cafe Quotes & Sayings

As far as fidelity is concerned, there is no animal in the world as treacherous as man. — Michel De Montaigne

Hakomi is a path taken by those who work to go beyond the half remembered hurts and failed beliefs that linger unexamined in the mind and body, hurts that act through barely conscious habits and reactions. This work is a part of that heroic labor, a cousin to sitting meditation, to singing bowls and chanting monks. — Ron Kurtz

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful. — Sylvia Day

The worst of revolutions is a restoration. — Charles James Fox

Manners carry the world for the moment, character for all time. — Jean De La Bruyere

Now it was ruined. That was what I wanted. And now it had happened. — Karl Ove Knausgard

I go back to Oberlin in the dead of winter to give a "convocation speech" in Finney Chapel, the largest and most historic of campus structures. In a subconscious nod to my college experience I forget to pack both tights and underwear and have to spend the weekend going commando in a wool skirt and knee socks. I am toured around the school like a stranger by a girl who didn't even go here. We stop at a glossy new cafe for tea and scones. She asks if I want a tour of the dormitories- no, I just want to wander around alone and maybe cry. — Lena Dunham

Fools are very often united in the strictest intimacies, as the lighter kinds of woods are the most closely glued together. — William Shenstone

ANKER (A'NKER) n.s.[ancker, Dut.] A liquid measure chiefly used at Amsterdam. It is the fourth part of the awm, and contains two stekans: each stekan consists of sixteen mengles; the mengle being equal — Samuel Johnson

Power," growled the Supreme Grand Master, "does not come cheap. — Terry Pratchett

Now there is no taboo; everything is allowed. But one cannot simply go back to tonality, it's not the way. We must find a way of neither going back nor continuing the avant-garde. I am in a prison: one wall is the avant-garde, the other wall is the past, and I want to escape. — Gyorgy Ligeti