Dashonline Quotes & Sayings

We are always told that honesty and truth are the shining ideals. But sometimes the truth could be used as a punishment. — Joshua Gaylord

I sometimes lack confidence in public, although I am proud enough inwardly. — Robert Schumann

I have always loved astronomy, and being an astronomer once lurked in the back of my mind. But I was never good at algebra. In fact, I flunked it twice in high school. — Natalie Babbitt

He sighed raggedly. 'Do you ever give up?'
'No.'
'Do you ever go away?'
'No.'
'Do you ever do as you're told?'
'Not if I can help it.'
'Thank God. — Loretta Hill

There are limits to self-improvement. Inevitably you hit the point where what you are is, well, what you are, and all the teach-yourself videos and easy-to-use equipment on those creatinous home TV shopping things can no longer ward off you confrontation with your self. — Jessica Zafra

And may the best of you - for it will only be the best of you, and even then only in the rarest and briefest moments - succeed in framing that most basic of questions, 'how do we live?' — John Malkovich

To find the magic of life, focus on the beauty of life. — Debasish Mridha

In Hawaii, some of the biggest radio stations are reggae. The local bands are heavily influenced by Bob Marley. — Bruno Mars

I'm half Scotch-Irish on both sides, and when I lose my temper-brother, I go. — S.J Perelman

When people are lonely they stoop to any companionship. — Lew Wallace

You're not dead at 85. You're a long way from it. Go out and enjoy. You've earned it. — Bob Newhart

Then the image changed to something else. A birthday cake. It was chocolate with a plastic horse in the center, rearing up. Four candles flickered around it.

"He's four," I said, trusting that that was what Eli was trying to tell me. But I knew. I'd seen the dates on the grave.

"He would be six now." She shook her head defiantly. I waited. The child looked up at me expectantly and then looked back at his mother.

"He's still four," I said. "Kids wait."

Her lower lip trembled and she bit into it. She was starting to believe me. That, or she was starting to hate me. Or maybe she already did.

"Wait for what?" Her voice was so soft I barely caught the question.

"Wait for someone to raise them. — Amy Harmon