Esther Hicks Quotes
Creation isn't forcing or commanding something into existence. It's more of a rolling over, a good stretch, blissing out, lying on the grass watching the flowers blowing in the breeze or the clouds floating by.
Esther Hicks
Quotes to Explore
When I write 'paradise' I mean not only apple trees and golden women but also scorpions and tarantulas and flies, rattlesnakes and Gila monsters, sandstorms, volcanoes and earthquakes, bacteria and bear, cactus, yucca, bladderweed, ocotillo and mesquite, flash floods and quicksand, and yes - disease and death and the rotting of flesh.
Edward Abbey
It's funny where life can take you.
Kathleen Kennedy
Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.
Loren Eiseley
We have since defined Gaia as a complex entity involving the Earth's biosphere, atmosphere, oceans, and soil; the totality constituting a feedback or cybernetic system which seeks an optimal physical and chemical environment for life on this planet.
James Lovelock
Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".
Paul McCartney
The Beatles
I care about the diversity of the mindset of the people creating our future, and the windows through which we see it, and the tools we use to build it.
Baratunde Thurston
Learning is as much an art as teaching
Bellur Krishnamachar Sundararaja Iyengar
Falling in love is not an extension of one's limits or boundaries; it is a partial and temporary collapse of them.
M. Scott Peck
Art should not have to be a certain way.
Willem de Kooning
The end of 'City Lights' makes me cry every time I see it - when Charlie Chaplin walks by the shop window and the once-blind girl brings him a flower and pins it to his lapel.
Emma Stone
A cathedral without windows, a face without eyes, a field without flowers, an alphabet without vowels, a continent without rivers, a night without stars, and a sky without a sun—these would not be so sad as a . . . soul without Christ.
Tad R. Callister
I once stole a book. It was really just the once, and at the time I called it borrowing. It was 1970, and the book, I could see by its lack of date stamps, had been lying unappreciated on the shelves of my convent school library since its publication in 1945.
Hilary Mantel
