Armories In Nyc Quotes & Sayings

If you have to ask how much it costs, you can't afford it. — J. P. Morgan

There are lots of ways to work together. — Jacob Lew

If an act of evil is to stain my soul, it will be for one of my own. — A. Zavarelli

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. — Victor Hugo

Extreme poverty threatens people's right to life itself and makes impossible the enjoyment of the rights and freedoms essential to a humane way of life. — Daisaku Ikeda

If you want to see a shooting star, you might have to spend a lot of nights looking up. — Cynthia Lewis

The problem is, that it's easy to adopt the attitude of losers. — Lou Holtz

I was learning the hard way what happens when you take the people who love you for granted. — Renee Carlino

There is no small degree of malicious craft in fixing upon a season to give a mark of enmity and ill-will: a word
a look, which at one time would make no impression, at another time wounds the heart, and, like a shaft flying with the wind, pierces deep, which, with its own natural force, would scarce have reached the object aimed at. — Laurence Sterne

If you want to write a book that's very successful and famous, then it's hard. If you just want to get published, all you have to do is convince an editor that your idea will make them money. — Kate Cary

Would the Lord send one of the Twelve Apostles halfway around the world to help just one person? The answer is YES. He does it all the time. — David A. Bednar

Mother, he is a gentleman.
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep: pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well. — Tara Mae Mulroy

You are the one who knows yourself - which is to say, you know how much you are worth in your own estimation, and therefore at what price you will sell yourself; because people sell themselves at different rates. — Epictetus

Standing before the worn books and dusty shelves, she seemed like a ray of light in the windowless room. — Lisa Kleypas