Emptiness has nothing to do with giving, but everything to do with giving to the wrong people.
N.M SANCHEZEmptiness has nothing to do with giving, but everything to do with giving to the wrong people.
N.M SANCHEZOnly in the human form is it possible for life to attain its final goal, which is to realize the all-pervading and infinite Divinity.
MEHER BABAVision is knowing who you are, where you’re going, and what will guide your journey.
KEN BLANCHARDDon’t expect me to cry for the wrong reasons.
KURT COBAINOh, thank you love With all my heart and soul I thank you love Each day that comes and goes I thank you love I thank you ’cause you gave me true love
STEVIE WONDERFew men have been admired of their familiars.
MICHEL DE MONTAIGNEThe art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.
ULYSSES S. GRANTThink twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
MARLENE DIETRICHI’m still shocked every time I see snow. The first bit of snow each year… I stay up and I watch it. And then I go out and pick it up and eat it and move around in it.
GRACE JONESI just usually go with my own taste. If I like something, and it happens to be against the law, well, then I might have a problem.
HUNTER S. THOMPSONGot a hundred big faces, but I’m still alone.
POST MALONESoul and intellect are just the same things.
DEMOCRITUSThis boat that we just built is just fine – and don’t try to tell us it’s not the sides and the back are divine – It’s the bottom I guess we forgot.
SHEL SILVERSTEINThe inward persuasion that we are free to do, or not to do a thing, is but a mere illusion. If we trace the true principle of our actions, we shall find, that they are always necessary consequences of our volitions and desires, which are never in our power.
BARON D'HOLBACHYou keep asking if I want more – Yet how could I ever say yes?
ASHES4BONESI didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.
SYLVIA PLATH