Dayshawn Harris Quotes & Sayings

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away. — Rabindranath Tagore

Her glass wings are gone. — Margaret Atwood

She's stolen his tongue as well as his heart. All his words are for her. He can spare none for us. — Patrick Rothfuss

And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun. — W.B.Yeats

You see, Africa makes a fool of our idea of justice. It makes a farce of our idea of equality. It mocks our pieties. It doubts our concern. It questions our commitment. Because there is no way we can look at what's happening in Africa, and if we're honest, conclude that it would ever be allowed to happen anywhere else. — Bono

Earn your confidence, nurture it, then help to build it in others. — Alex Malley

Calculated acts of sabotage requires a large network or culture of saboteurs, which indicates why the Russian sabotage did not work: rather than functioning together as a cohesive, machine-like system they permitted each other their own individual pace for operating. — Anonymous

To use color well is as difficult as for a fish to pass from water to air or earth. — Andre Lhote

Focusing isn't just an optical activity, it is also a mental one. — Bridget Riley

Unfathomable oceans of grace are in Christ for you. Dive and dive again, you will never come to the bottom of these depths. — Robert E. Murray

YOu, as a phemomenon like all phenomena, have a beginning and an end.
When life takes a visible form, we call it birth, and when it sissolves into invisible energy, we call it death. From the perspective of life itself, itis all just change; nothing is " born" or " dies" Life, while expressing itself in countlessly diverse forms, is a continuous flow without a beginning or an end. — Ilchi Lee

I'm a Cali girl through and through. — Drew Barrymore

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? — Friedrich Nietzsche