Benjamin Alire Saenz Quotes
God, tired, all he wanted to do was sleep, be in bed, dreaming of palo verdes in bloom, the yellow blossoms bursting in the blue sky like firecrackers. He wanted to dream soft hands rubbing his skin. He pictured himself melting beneath those hands, like butter or ice cream or anything else that wasn’t human.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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I really believed that my songs were good enough for the whole world to listen to. I had fans from America or the U.K. who would be like, 'Oh my God, I love your music'.
Yuna
Some people pray to a totem pole, some people pray to a sun, some people pray to a god. It all works for them. It all comes back to what you think.
Barry Zito
Social struggles have been taking place throughout millennia, since human beings, by resorting to wars, were able to take hold of a surplus production to satisfy the essential needs of life.
Fidel Castro
Atheists have as much conscience, possibly more, than people with deep religious conviction, and they still have the same problem of how they reconcile themselves to a bad deed in the past. It's a little easier if you've got a god to forgive you.
Ian Mcewan
I have never said that there is no need for a guru. All depends on what you call guru. He need not be in a human form.
Ramana Maharshi
The impudence of the sinner displeases God as much as the modesty of the penitent gives him pleasure.
Saint Bernard
According to my definition of God, I'm not an atheist. Because I think God is everything. Whenever I open my eyes, I'm looking at God. Whenever I'm listening to something, I'm listening to God.
Pete Seeger
In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?
Lewis Carroll
Without technology humanity has no future, but we have to be careful that we don’t become so mechanised that we lose our human feelings.
Dalai Lama
What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
Walter de La Mare
A pessimist is somebody who complains about the noise when opportunity knocks.
Oscar Wilde
God, tired, all he wanted to do was sleep, be in bed, dreaming of palo verdes in bloom, the yellow blossoms bursting in the blue sky like firecrackers. He wanted to dream soft hands rubbing his skin. He pictured himself melting beneath those hands, like butter or ice cream or anything else that wasn’t human.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
