11for10 Quotes & Sayings

Men lose their birthrights for a mess of pottage only if they stop using the gifts given them by God for their betterment. By prayer. That is the first and greatest gift. Use the gift of prayer. Ask for strength of mind, and a clear vision. Then sense. Use your sense. ... Think long and well. By prayer and good thought you will conquer all enemies. — Richard Llewellyn

So the wrong-doer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all. — Kahlil Gibran

Jay-Z is a dude that can give you a hundred 'Simpsons' quotes, like, 'What you know about the monorail?' — Questlove

There is this fine line between presenting to You all of my weakness and thinking that it can't be done. In Your strength, I find my own. — Joni Eareckson Tada

We should differentiate between criminals who make violent threats online, and trolls who are just arseholes — Bonnie Greer

Almost everything I've done is technically wrong, but Paul never mentioned the mistakes, only the corrective measures. — Stefan Fatsis

Our tendency to create heroes rarely jibes with the reality that most nontrivial problems require collective solutions. — Warren G. Bennis

All things happen in perfect order. — Mel Wayne

Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world. — Rumi

Whenever we feel lost, or insane, or afraid, all we have to do is ask for His help. The help might not come in the form we expected, or even thought we desired, but it will come, and we will recognize it by how we feel. In spite of everything, we will feel at peace. — Marianne Williamson

I think I have a vested interest in thinking that the lyrics are important, but I think for us it's important that we all write things that mean something to us, and I think we're not really in the business of writing la-la-love-you chart pop songs. It needs to have a personal pulling in the gut for me, to want to write anything about it. — Lauren Mayberry

In 2005, a man diagnosed with multiple myeloma asked me if he would be alive to watch his daughter graduate from high school in a few months. In 2009, bound to a wheelchair, he watched his daughter graduate from college. The wheelchair had nothing to do with his cancer. The man had fallen down while coaching his youngest son's baseball team. — Siddhartha Mukherjee

Sonnet V
I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway's land and it carries me on travel's road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night's blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place - anew — Mahmoud Darwish