Aubagio Quotes & Sayings

Everyday 25,000 people die from poverty and hunger. And we have forgotten that they are also human. — M.F. Moonzajer

Without continuous personal development, you are now all that you will ever become, and hell starts when the person you are meets the person you could have been. — Eli Cohen

I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't. — D.H. Lawrence

You cannot want more for people than they want for themselves. — Johnnie Dent Jr.

Emptiness. He saw no one, only a large chamber with pewlike rows of seats and, at the far end, a casket surrounded by flowers. Off in a small sideroom an old-fashioned reed pump organ and a few wooden folding chairs. The mortuary smelled of dust and flowers, a sweet, stale mixture that repelled him. Think of all the Iowans, the thought, who've embraced eternity in this listless room. — Philip K. Dick

We're in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone. — Robert M. Pirsig

The Christian Bible is a symbolic book, not a literal one. The one Christians know as Jesus was actually a symbol for the sun. Ancient sun worshippers believed the sun died at the end of the winter solstice and then three days later it would be reborn at the start of its cycle - December 25. — David Icke

Thinking," Vrag interrupted. "Is not your prerogative, dog. That is my calling. You go where I tell you to go, you take what I tell you to take, and you kill what I tell you to kill - do I make myself plain? — S.G. Night

Off with its head," she whispered to herself, — Marissa Meyer

Wisdom is seeing that there are templates in the universe that you can follow. They will show you what to do and what not to do. In order to see them you have to make your mind very quiet, very still. — Frederick Lenz

I'll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck. — Laura Miller

There was no sound but it own for falls and the crackling of the flames behind us. No rustle came from the trees, no insect buzz or nightbird call. The woods were sent in their grief. — Leigh Bardugo