Acappella Company Quotes & Sayings

Alms (is) for the purity of your soul, and flourishment and expansion of your sustenence. — Fatima Bint Muhammad

Action is eloquence. — William Shakespeare

The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping. — Christy Hall

What I'm trying to do is save and rescue the country if I can, and I'm doing my best to do it. — Najib Mikati

In my stubborn youth, I believed that I could stand alone, that I was strong enough to conquer my enemies with sword and with principles. Arrogance convinced me that by sheer determination, I could conquer helplessness itself. Stubborn and foolish youth, I
must admit, for when I look back on those years now, I see quite clearly that rarely did I stand alone and rarely did I have to stand alone. Always there were friends, true and dear, lending me support even when I believed I did not want it, and even when I did
not realize they were doing it. — R.A. Salvatore

Any appellative at all savouring of arbitrary rank is unsuitable to a man of liberal and catholic mind. — Herman Melville

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, thy dial how thy precious minutes waste — William Shakespeare

But who can remember pain, once it's over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind. — Margaret Atwood

Florence took a deep breath. It expanded her lungs, making more room for the crippling fear that locked her knees in place. Then she exhaled it, and moved forward. "Yes, — Elise Kova

Most days I feel like the sole survivor of a shipwreck, rowing my paddleboat across a sea of people on waves made of an infinite array of hands and crests that reveal anonymous faces. On a good day, the clouds part to alight on-lo and behold-an island! I step ashore, only find that it too is made of people, mangled bodies somehow still alive. They grab at my feet, pulling me under like quicksand. The last thing I see before suffocating is the sky, a billion eyes staring down, blinking in undulating electric ripples. The cold rain I feel on my cheeks is the tears of the people. — Richard M. Nixon

I wanted my wild things to be frightening. — Maurice Sendak