Zanete Izaka Quotes & Sayings

Fear holds on. Love lets go. — Lisa Unger

Whether your pleasing or pissing everybody off, your doing something wrong. — David Cook

The Hurt Artist is a riveting memoir by Shane Niemeyer that takes us on a raw, unedited life journey that includes the struggles of an addict trying to find peace and the joy and journey to every triathlete's promised land: Kona, Hawaii! — Jason Peter

Just as the church needs members with different skills, our world must have various forms of labor, interdependent and thus valuable. A world full of ministers would be without churches, bread for the Lord's Supper, and printed Bibles to read. — R.C. Sproul Jr.

When evil strikes and fury wakes,
Then love will face the choice it makes.
Death will free the loyal friend.
As it began, so shall it end.
Bound to the beast, you play your part--
The comfort of the aching heart. — Emily Rodda

When I look beyond the mind, I see the witness. Beyond the witness, there is infinite intensity of emptiness and silence. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has. — Friedrich Schiller

For me, having the opportunity to go to college was very important. To miss out on an education is a loss. — Tyler Hamilton

If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position? — Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Expect resistance but pray for miracles! — Corrie Ten Boom

The danger lies in how your 'surplus time' is spent. If the 'surplus time' is spent for one's own Soul, then it is (like) watering your own farm, but when it is used for other things [other than one's own self], it is wasted water. Therefore, anyone whose 'surplus time' is spent on the Self, all his time is considered to have gone towards one's own Self [The Soul]. — Dada Bhagwan

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better. — Mary Oliver