Quotes About Matrilineage

#1. We've been called, and He has blessed.

Willie Aames

#2. The women in your family have never lost touch with one another. Death is a path we take to meet on the other side.

Edwidge Danticat

#3. May I be, this day, an instrument of love and healing.

Marianne Williamson

#4. Her life was like running on a treadmill or riding on a stationary bike; it was aerobic, it was healthy, but she wasn't going anywhere.

Julia Phillips

#5. I want to sit down on the sand and look around and get dreamy; I want to see what spirits are peeking out of the faces of the roses.

Mary Oliver

#6. I mean there's certainly a lot of progressive rock and metal that exists at the underground level, which has its own vitality, as it should. But it seems to have lost its ability to really charge up the hill.

Billy Corgan

#7. This house is just a thing ... On your love list, always put the beating hearts at the top.

Meg Donohue

#8. My own time is passing fast enough without some national game to help it along.

Andy Rooney

#9. There's nothing sexier than having the woman you love shave you, while you enjoy her body.

Sylvain Reynard

#10. Can we please agree that in the real world, corporations exist for one purpose and one purpose only - to make as much money as possible, which means cutting costs as much as possible?

Robert Reich

#11. You don't think your way into finding out who you are; you live your way into it. You make mistakes. You follow your passion. You take wrong turns. You set goals and chase dreams. You figure out what makes you laugh, and you do more of it. You learn what makes you cry, and you do less of it.

Mandy Hale

#12. Bottom line, Eliza - you're my home and my family, and I don't want to lose you.
I could lose everything else, and as long as I still had you and a guitar I know I'd be all right. Do you get what I'm saying?

Tiffanie DeBartolo

#13. I long for periods without saying anything at all. I can be free of words now, I can lapse back into wordlessness, I can sink back into the rhythyms of transience as if into bed.

Margaret Atwood