Why do women say "I'm sorry" so much? One of my favorite self-love sermons is this: Resist saying 'I'm sorry' so often. You are not "sorry." You are magnificent beyond measure, perfect in your imperfections, and wonderfully made.
Tell me,' asked Stas, 'what is a wicked deed?' 'If anyone takes away Kali's cow,' he answered after a brief reflection, 'that then is a wicked deed.' 'Excellent!' exclaimed Stas, 'and what is a good one?' This time the answer came without any reflect...
On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! And the Monkeys all say Boo! Theres a Nang Nong Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo On the Nong Ning Nang All the Mice go Clang! And you just cant catch em when they do! So it...
still other winters average their rain months into a long, cold season of relentless sog and little color. At such times, looking out through the spattered glass, I feel, deep in some spongy, unignorable organ, that we will have floods, and damage, a...
Juli Baker: I guess it's something about his eyes or maybe his smile. Richard Baker: And what about him? Juli Baker: What? Richard Baker: You have to look at the whole landscape. Juli Baker: What does that mean? Richard Baker: A painting is more than...
Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train. I am not inspired; nothing so uncomfortable as that. I am never seized with a sudden idea for a masterpiece, nor form a sudden plan for some new enterprise. My thoughts are just pleasantly reflective. I t...
Bigotry is the sacred disease.
Nothing is sacred to a gamester.
Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows.
The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk.
I grew up in a village of 12 houses. We had a well and a cow.
The truth is what we say it is...prove to me this desk is not a cow!
I was Popeye mad when I was a kid, and I'd eat spinach until the cows came home.
I'm a regular dude from Kansas who grew up with pigs and cows.
Scoops of mint ice cream with chips of chocolate cows.
Keep rechewing. Like a cow. Use all your creative stomachs.
Guy on Bridge: I am the cow!
I don't believe that you have to be a cow to know what milk is.
If I don't work, I'll be sitting on the couch watching TV, eating popcorn and getting like a cow.
No one could really hate a saint, could they? They can't really hate God either. When they want to Hate Him and His saints they have to find something like themselves and pretends it's God and hate that.
The Secret to saneful living is in the Key between these two worlds. In order to serve the higher ideal, one must revert to serving the Spark within all the multiplicities herein conceivable in the apparent world. The spark in itself is not contained...
