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Carrello Elevatore Quotes By Alexander MacLaren

No wise forward look can ignore the possibility of many sorrows and the certainty of some. Hope has ever something of dread in her eyes. The road will not be always bright and smooth, but will sometimes plunge down into grim cations, where no sunbeams reach. But even that anticipation may be calm. "Thou art with me" is enough. He who guides into the gorge will guide through it. It is not a cul de sac, shut in with precipices, at the far end; but it opens out on shining tablelands, where there is greener pasture. — Alexander MacLaren

Carrello Elevatore Quotes By Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Carrello Elevatore Quotes By William Arthur Ward

Forgiveness from others is charity; from God, grace; from oneself, wisdom. — William Arthur Ward

Carrello Elevatore Quotes By Nicolas Sarkozy

We are all hoping that he will recover his legendary vitality as quickly as possible, ... Chi-rac! Chi-rac! — Nicolas Sarkozy

Carrello Elevatore Quotes By Victor Hugo

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter. — Victor Hugo

Carrello Elevatore Quotes By Jean Antoine Petit-Senn

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest. — Jean Antoine Petit-Senn

Carrello Elevatore Quotes By Robert Redford

Be careful of success; it has a dark side. — Robert Redford

Carrello Elevatore Quotes By Gabriel Garcia Marquez

For the city, his city, stood unchanging on the edge of time: the same burning dry city of his nocturnal terrors and the solitary pleasures of puberty, where flowers rusted and salt corroded, where nothing had happened for four centuries except a slow aging among withered laurels and putrefying swamps. In winter sudden devastating downpours flooded the latrines and turned the streets into sickening bogs. In summer an invisible dust as harsh as red-hot chalk was blown into even the best-protected corners of the imagination by mad winds that took the roofs off the houses and carried away children through the air. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez