Beauvoisine Quotes & Sayings

If we really want to love we must learn how to forgive. — Mother Teresa

Action is the catalyst that creates accomplishments. It is the path that takes us from uncrafted hopes to realized dreams. — Thomas Huxley

I have never believed that things happen by themselves. — Gilles Duceppe

When someone close to you dies, the memories and recollections of them are painful. It isn't until the fifth stage of grief that the memories of them stop hurting as much; when the recollections become positive. When you stop thinking about the person's death, and remember all of the wonderful things about their life. — Colleen Hoover

If something is so far beyond your imagination, it's hard even to fear it. — Stephen Baxter

Constellations shine with light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life's mysteries. But there is nothing. — Nicholas Sparks

I would rather be ashes than dust. — Jack London

I do not really think about age. I am just sort of trying to get as much done before I get old and can't. — Devon Bostick

I look back over my career and I almost pissed it away. I got a second chance and I've made the most of my opportunity. I play every game like it's the last game of my career. — Albert Belle

When I grow up, I want to have an exhibit called 'American Motel.' — Morley Safer

We 'have all we want' is a terrible saying when 'all' does not include God. We find God an interruption. As St. Augustine says somewhere, 'God wants to give us something, but cannot, because our hands are full - there's nowhere for Him to put it.' — C.S. Lewis

Who couldn't believe there's a God? — Paul Walker

Jessica," he began. "Just leave me alone!" He turned her around. That she only hesitated briefly before she allowed it was a very good sign, to his mind. He pulled her close, then ran his blood-caked hand over her hair as gently as he knew how. She liked that. He would have walked from Hadrian's wall to London on his hands if she'd liked that, too. Saints, what a fool love made of a normally sane man. He rested his bruised cheek against her hair. "Jess," he whispered, "it was talk you shouldn't have heard." She tried to pull away, but he tightened his arms around her. "I said things I didn't mean." "You creep, then you don't care about me at all!" "I care," he said, forcing the words from between suddenly parched lips. He was so terrified, he was shaking. If she turned and walked away now, he wasn't sure he would survive. — Lynn Kurland

There is natural ignorance and there is artificial ignorance. I should say at the present moment the artificial ignorance is about eighty-five per cent. — Ezra Pound