Quotes About Abundance

Love isn't finite, Fallon. If you take nothing else from me, take that.

you repay kindness with kindness, then there's more of it.

Hoard food and it rots. Hoard money and you rot. Hoard power and the nation rots.

Birds and deer are a silly luxury, and all the fish should be floating.

No matter how many women you bring home, there's never a storage problem.

The shelves had been stripped bare and battered to Hell, as if some super-important Christmas toy release had come and gone and an army of Super-Moms had ripped through the store, buying everything up like an all-consuming void. Didn't hurt that many of the shelves were lined with piles of bones both animal and human.

The man who has a garden and a library has everything.

I'm always looking for evidence to support my conjecture that celebrity in Hollywood is sort of like a Joel Peter Witkin photograph: It looks like a big lush banquet table filled with abundance and cornucopias, and then if you look at it closer you see that all the fruit is made of wax and that entree in the middle of the table is actually a dead baby.

It's easy to look like Santa Claus when you don't have to buy the groceries.

I was suddenly aware, almost in a panic – a joyful panic – of the wealth of possibility out in the world, and also within myself. My

I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.

It must be wonderful, I thought, to be, not exactly rich, but to have enough so you didn't have to worry when there was some little thing you wanted, not to have to wonder if it would be all right if you spent the money for it. To be able to live in a house like this, to line the walls with books and have rich draperies and to have more than just one bottle of booze and a place to keep it other than a kitchen shelf.

That it is ancient and, as some writers claim, that it may be of non-Doggish origin in part, is borne out by the abundance of jabberwocky which studs the tales—words and phrases (and worst of all, ideas) which have no meaning now and may have never had a meaning.

I dreamt a limitless book, A book unbound, Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance On every line there was a new horizon drawn, New heavens supposed; New states, new souls.

There was time for all their miracles now. For ghosts and transformations; for passion and ambiguity; for noonday visions and midnight glory. Time in abundance. For nothing ever begins. And this story, having no beginning, will have no end

They let me know that we are here to create and that there's always enough in the garden, and we must defend that against our fear. We have to be playful as we plant, grow, and co-create.

I don't remember which philosopher it was who said: There is never any shortage of old women.

T[his isn't just "another day, another dollar." It's more like "another day, another miracle." (213)

You know how we're thinking about food these days, less in terms of carbs and calories than in terms of color, vivacity, and life force? We can do the same with time. Then it's no longer about having enough of it but about infusing color and vivacity and life force into every moment. (279)

The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.

so that it may grow fatter and

enough. She had in mind at the moment, rich

My little cup brims with tiddles.

And in the meantime the rain had become a voluptuous shower.