Quotes by Sweet Only the flowing water is pure and sweet. Only the spinning top and the moving bicycle do not fall over. Rest is not found in irregular and purposeless motion, nor is it stagnation; all real and firm rest is to be sought in harmonious action. Anna Brackett real sweet moving But here's the thing: I had this great job, and I would still feel terribly depressed. I would just be like, 'This isn't the sweet spot. I thought this would be it, and I don't feel happy. Anna Chlumsky would-be sweet jobs Have Faith! Have faith in the Eternal Goodness. Believe that the core of the Universe is sound and sweet. Anna Garlin Spencer sound sweet believe Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him. Anna Godbersen eye sweet beach When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die! Anna Letitia Barbauld sweet friendship death Maybe because Im a nice and sweet person in life, I like the darker roles. The really dark one is Lady Macbeth. Anna Netrebko nice dark sweet Women writers of all people should know better than to pigeonhole women, put them in little groups, the smart one, the sweet one. Anna Quindlen smart sweet people Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach. Anne Bradstreet may littles sweet To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to flower, sipping sweet honey from their cups, or basking in their sunny petals. Anne Bronte regret fear sweet My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will. Anne Bronte bitterness cups sweet Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time. Anne Carson cheer dream sweet It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it. Anne Fortier madness want sweet As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets? Anne Frank why-not sweet long Everything was coming together by coming apart . . . It is the most difficult Zen practice to leave people to their destiny, even though it's painful - just loving them, and breathing with them, and distracting them in a sweet way, and laughing with them . . . if something was not my problem, I probably did not have the solution. Anne Lamott destiny practice sweet What fills us is real, sweet, dopey, funny life. Anne Lamott funny-life sweet life Left to my own devices, would I trade this for firm thighs, fewer wrinkles, a better memory? On some days. That's why it's such a blessing I'm not left to my own devices. Because the truth is I have amazing friends and a deep faith in God, to whom I can turn. I have a cool kid, a sweet boyfriend, darling pets. I've learned to pay attention to life, and to listen. I'd give up all this for a flatter belly? Are you crazy? Anne Lamott giving-up inspiring sweet I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows. Anne Lamott smell glasses sweet A man dies and goes to heaven. He is being shown around by an angel. Everything is just so sweet and gentle, the total golden tender presence of God everywhere, a pond over there, a beautiful field there, and some hills for people who like to hike, and this expansiveness in every direction of sky and light and physical beauty. And there is this section separated from the rest; it has beautiful high walls. The man who's just come to heaven says, "What's over there?" The angel says, "That's for the fundamentalists. They don't consider it heaven if anyone else got in. Anne Lamott wall beautiful sweet Alice Adams wrote a sweet note to me after my first novel came out when I was 26, and I was so blown away that I sent her a bunch of stamps by return mail. I have no idea what I was thinking. It was a star-struck impulse. Anne Lamott stars sweet thinking My father was a writer, so I grew up writing and reading and I was really encouraged by him. I had some sort of gift and when it came time to try to find a publisher I had a little bit of an "in" because I had his agent I could turn to, to at least read my initial offerings when I was about 20. But the only problem was that they were just awful, they were just terrible stories and my agent, who ended up being my agent, was very, very sweet about it, but it took about four years until I actually had something worth trying to sell. Anne Lamott reading sweet father «4567891011121314»