Comen Quotes & Sayings

Focus on fruitful relationships that bring you closer to Jesus Christ. — M. Russell Ballard

Comen out, leetle rodents," the human called in a language that the companions could not understand. The wizard reiterated the request in another tongue, then in drow, and then in two more unknown tongues, and then in svirfneblin. He continued on for many minutes, — R.A. Salvatore

Ironically, if you look at Dianne Feinstein's profile and you look at my profile, I'm the 99 percent. Dianne Feinstein's the one percent. She appeals to one percent. — Elizabeth Emken

From horses we may learn not only about the horse itself but also about animals in general, indeed about ourselves and about life as a whole. — George Gaylord Simpson

And as for me, though that I konne but lyte,
On bokes for to rede I me delyte,
And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence,
And in myn herte have hem in reverence
So hertely, that ther is game noon
That fro my bokes maketh me to goon,
But yt be seldom on the holyday,
Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May
Is comen, and that I here the foules synge,
And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge,
Farewel my bok and my devocioun! — Geoffrey Chaucer

For every man who has learned to fight in arms will desire to learn the proper arrangement of an army, which is the sequel of the lesson. — Plato

He had read about evil in Efanor's little book, and how it permeated the doings of Men, but he had never foud such doings evil, rather good and bad ... but none without self-interest, none he could not understand even in terms of his own will to have his way. — C.J. Cherryh

Children are God's or nature's practical joke on couples - that which is produced by passion then proceeds to nearly kill it. — Dennis Prager

To fail is to not try at all. — Peprah Boasiako

And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bakes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But hit be seldom, on the holyday; Save, certeynly, when that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocion. — Geoffrey Chaucer