Way Quotes - Page 389

I got lost a lot, and I was a really bad waitress... I got lost on the subway.

Fortune is the best school of courage when she is fraught with anger, in the same way as winds and tempests are the school of the sailorboy.

The Germans will make a few scattered attacks, then go away. The Romans will enjoy a fine September.

A funny thing happened on the way to the election - I got to the Senate first.

The ultimate purpose of Zen,' I remembered the roshi telling me, 'is not in the going away from the world but in the coming back. Zen is not just a matter of gaining enlightenment; it's a matter of acting in a world of love and compassion.

Like the moon on the water, in a way. When you confront a Zen master, what you're really seeing are not his limitations but yours.

The more ways we have to connect, the more many of us seem desperate to unplug.

We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say.

In a successful marriage, there is no such thing as one's way. There is only the way of both, only the bumpy, dusty, difficult, but always mutual path.

Wirewalker, trust your feet! Let them lead you; they know the way.

Those not present are always wrong.

Unless we love natural goods - sex, alcohol, food, money, success, power - in the way God intended, we become their slaves, as any addict can attest.

You can look at anything as a cult. Churches are cults in their own way.

The way you see yourself is important, you see. It's as if you carve yourself out of your own interpretation. And so I became the name I was called.

When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed.

It got so ridiculous that I was like, there's no way this is going to last.

Naturism offers a way of being that dares to suggest that who we are without any additions or covering up is all we need to be.

Like with Berle, he was always trying to steal the scene, get a little extra.

The only way to Cuba is with the CIA.

If I brought groceries the way I buy health insurance, I'd eat a lot better - and so would my dog.

Lyrically, I could be so much sharper. Melodically, I could be so much stickier. Musically, I could have so much more texture. So I'm constantly doing that, trying to find new ways to mix things up.

Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.

There are lots of things which I would love to tell him, but in some way, I also feel that I lost the person closest to me. And I got a second chance to live. So in a way I feel that I live for both of us... and I will do my best.

You have to get something down, and then find ways of working in complexity and different layers of meaning... My first drafts are usually the ravings of a delusional fantasist.