Wiberg Spice Quotes & Sayings

The world is ready for a mystic revolution, a discovery of the God in each of us. — George Harrison

If something makes you wealthier,
it is of considerable importance.
If something makes you happier,
it is of substantial importance.
If something makes you better,
it is of monumental importance.
If something makes you wiser,
it is of astronomical importance. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Wars never die, I said. They just go to sleep. — Viet Thanh Nguyen

Show me a woman without guilt and I'll show you a man — Marie Wilson

I believe that education is the fundamental method of social progress and reform. — John Dewey

Chess is my life, but my life is not chess. — Anatoly Karpov

Love is a Godgiven tool, she tells me. It screws things back in place that were loose, and it cleans out all the broken pieces that you don't need anymore. — Tarryn Fisher

Why?" He tilted his head. "That's a tricky one. Could it be your serenity, your quiet manner, your flawless fashion sense?" It did his heart good to see her quick, amused grin. "No, I must be thinking of someone else. It must be your courage, your absolute dedication to balancing scales, that restless mind, and that sweet corner of your heart that pushes you to care so much about so many."
"That's not me."
"Oh, but it is you, darling Eve. — J.D. Robb

By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond? — Harriet Beecher Stowe

The Savior of all mankind left the ninety and nine to find the one lost. That one who was lost need not have become lost. — Gordon B. Hinckley

Slowly, even though I thought it would never happen, New York lost its charm for me. I remember arriving in the city for the first time, passing with my parents through the First World's Club bouncers at Immigration, getting into a massive cab that didn't have a moment to waste, and falling in love as soon as we shot onto the bridge and I saw Manhattan rise up through the looks of parental terror reflected in the window. I lost my virginity in New York, twice (the second one wanted to believe he was the first so badly). I had my mind blown open by the combination of a liberal arts education and a drug-popping international crowd. I became tough. I had fun. I learned so much.
But now New York was starting to feel empty, a great party that had gone on too long and was showing no sign of ending soon. I had a headache, and I was tired. I'd danced enough. I wanted a quiet conversation with someone who knew what load-shedding was. — Mohsin Hamid