Weekend Chill Quotes & Sayings

I didn't crash anything! They said I hit the wires, Don! I didn't see them!" "That explains it. You're a master when things go well, you're a victim when they go out of control." He was laughing at me. — Richard Bach

There's only one reason we live. It's very simple. To find the creator. That's just my understanding. — Jon Anderson

If you pay sufficient attention, everything in life is magnificent, everything is a doorway to the Divine. — Jaggi Vasudev

He met her gaze and she noticed, with a start, that his ears had gone pink. And then his lips quirked into the faintest of smiles. It was the smile she'd been waiting for. It — Marissa Meyer

This incessant mental noise prevents you from finding that realm of inner stillness that is inseparable from Being. It — Eckhart Tolle

Before Elvis, everything was in black and white. Then came Elvis. Zoom, glorious Technicolor. — Keith Richards

I knew personally many figures in this novel: Harold Urey, who greeted me at the grad students reception at UCSD in 1963; Karl Cohen, my father-in-law; — Gregory Benford

If I die here in Glasgow, I shall be eaten by worms; If I can but live and die serving the Lord Jesus, it will make no difference to me whether I am eaten by cannibals or by worms; for in the Great Day my resurrection body will arise as fair as yours in the likeness of our risen Redeemer. — John Gibson Paton

The white population could not possibly be unaffected by those events some whites more stubborn in their defense of segregation, but others beginning to think in different ways. And the black population was transformed, having risen up in mass action for the first time, feeling its power, knowing now that if the old order could be shaken it could be toppled. — Howard Zinn

After the rain, the sun will reappear.
There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here. — Walt Disney Company

Sydney: I like Latin. It's fun.
Eddie: I can't believe you think we're the strange ones. — Richelle Mead

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land! — J.M. Barrie

Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud.
He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her.
The entire room trembles as they come together.
And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks. — Erin Morgenstern

I benefit from the Mr. Potato Head syndrome. Put a wig and a nose and glasses on me, and I disappear. — Phil Hartman