Corbeta Noruega Quotes & Sayings

Too often, we fall into the trap of thinking 'equal' means 'the same' and that we achieve equality by treating everyone identically. — Stella Young

Don Ricardo wanted a successor worthy of himself. Jorge would always be cocooned in the privileges of his class, hiding from his mediocrity in creature comforts. Penelope, the beautiful Penelope, was a woman, and therefore a treasure, not a treasurer. Julian, who had the soul of a poet, and therefore the soul of a murderer, fulfilled all the requirements. It was only a question of time. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

God has arranged strange ways for some of us to find him. Sometimes He brings us on long physical journeys; sometimes He leaves us at home and makes the journey internal. Yours has been both. You have gone a long way and struggled a great deal, but I can see from your eyes that it was not for nothing. — Abigail J. Hartman

I regard myself as a man without charm in a country of charmers. — Roberto Unger

George Halas throws nickels around like man hole covers. — Mike Ditka

from a child in danger to a dangerous child — Edward Humes

If you grew up where I grew up, you would experience a very different criminal justice system than Camden, New Jersey. — Cory Booker

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters. — May Sarton

Solitude

Solitude is internal peace in silence
Peace that exists in the lightness of air
It is the flagrant devotion to the oneness of self

Breathing out and breathing in
Interrupts the quiet murmur of heartbeats
Silence is imposed upon
By the faint alternating rhythms
Of breath and heartbeats

Closed eyes
Absorb the darkness of one's chrysalis
The self in solitude allows the soul
To slip into spirit — Isabella George

The completion of the process of love is the arrival at a state of simple, pure self-possession, for man and woman. Only that. Which isn't exciting enough for us sensationalists. We prefer abysses and maudlin self-abandon and self-sacrifice, the degeneration into a sort of slime and merge.
Perhaps, truly, the process of love is never accomplished. But it moves in great stages, and at the end of each stage a true goal, where the soul possesses itself in simple and generous singleness. Without this, love is a disease. — D.H. Lawrence

As a rule, anything that is pretty you avoid when on an expedition in the polar extremes. Normally anything other than white means a hazard such as a crevasse. — Ranulph Fiennes

A writer's duty is to register what it is like for him or her to be in the world. — Zadie Smith