Avgif Quotes & Sayings

The purpose of all prayer is to find God's will and to make that our prayer — Catherine Marshall

The thing I was attracted to as a little girl was Kirk, Bones and Spock, and their utter loyalty. There's nothing more powerful than that. — Jolene Blalock

No other creature on the face of this planet inflicts more suffering than humans. — Mischa Temaul

Effective leadership is not about making speeches or being liked; leadership is defined by results not attributes. — Peter F. Drucker

Look here upon this picture, and on this... — William Shakespeare

Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

I have more than 100 honorary Ph.D.s. — Lech Walesa

In the end, human history is made up of all our decisions. — David Miliband

It's not at all naturally human to see something like the Grand Canyon as beautiful. — David Roberts

The cure to your self is that you are not yours. — John De Ruiter

DEMETRIUS
Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
LYSANDER
You have her father's love, Demetrius;
Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. — William Shakespeare

The girl looked up, blinking, a far-off expression in here eyes. I recognized it, understood the shock of realizing the world inside your book wasn't real. Even worse, you were in another world entirely and no one understood - or even cared - that you preferred the one living on the page. — Michelle Zink

If he didn't walk away when I voiced what I wanted: him.
Not the High Lord, not the most powerful male in Pyrthian's history. Just ... him. The person who had sent music into that cell; who had picked up that knife in Amarantha's throne room to fight for me when no one else dared, and who had kept fighting for me every day since, refusing to let me crumble and disappear into nothing. — Sarah J. Maas

Yes, he remembered it perfectly. He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain young, and the portrait grow old; that his own beauty might be untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood. Surely his wish had not been fulfilled? Such things were impossible. It — Oscar Wilde

Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times. — Agnes De Mille