Xenophon Strategies Quotes & Sayings

If you have to give a carnival to get people to come to church, then you will have to keep giving carnivals to keep them coming back. — Charles Spurgeon

We all need some TLC and to pat ourselves on the back from time to time. — Natalie Dormer

I am in awe of Ruth Draper. — Annette Bening

If we can accept as true that life circumstances are not the keys to happiness, we'll be greatly empowered to pursue happiness for ourselves. — Sonja Lyubomirsky

A pang of guilt, like a blaring siren, should never be ignored. — Richelle E. Goodrich

The rare derpicus man is know to live near the himalayas, in a cave made purely of dead weevils. His native tounge is unknown, but what I've translated contains a grat amount of the words, "pootis, derp, poop, and nnnnyyyyaaaaannnn! — John Nichol

Love goes toward love. — William Shakespeare

A consumer doesn't take anything away: he doesn't actually consume anything. Giving the same thing to a thousand consumers is not really any more expensive than giving it to just one. — Linus Torvalds

There's no such thing as low-cost fuels. — Maurice Flanagan

Remember, however, that you are formed by nature to bear everything whose tolerability depends on your own opinion to make it so, by thinking that it is in your interest or duty to do so. — Marcus Aurelius

You don't have to have a lot to give a little. — D.C. Johnson

As the malicious disposition of mankind is too well known, and the cruel pleasure which they take in destroying the reputation of others, the use we are to make of this knowledge is, to afford no handle for reproach; for bad as the world is, it seldom falls on anyone who hath not given some slight cause for censure. — Henry Fielding

It takes a heck of a lot of courage to stay true to yourself when the world has forgotten it's way. — Nikki Rowe

No one knows why, but second only to eating the brains of the living, the dead love affordable prefab furniture. — Christopher Moore

Then he's here, emerging from the water like some kind of myth, some fabled Ai'oan god, his hand smoothing his wet hair back from his face, his chest and shoulders gleaming with water and moonlight. Behind him, a pale shimmering trail of blue light marks his passage through the water. His wet shorts hang a bit lower on his hips than they usually do, tempting my imagination. He extends the flower, which I take with trembling fingers. ( ... )
He smiles a small, crooked smile, and I think he knows exactly how tightly he's bound my tongue in knots. I suspect fetching me the passionflower was only half his purpose in swimming through the glowing pool. — Jessica Khoury