Deolinda Kinzimba Quotes & Sayings

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. — Andrew Marvell

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn't bear to think of him loving her less. — Rainbow Rowell

In so far as I have any beliefs, I suppose I'm like that old Peggy Lee song, 'Is That All There Is?' I want to believe there's something else going on, but what that something else is I don't pretend to know. — Peter Ackroyd

Money is not the cure for misery but changing our perception is. — Debasish Mridha

Every poem is a love poem, my dad had said. I'd always thought he meant romantic love...but there were so many kinds of great love: mother and daughter love. Father love. Best friend love. Aunt love. Mother's best friend love. Friendish friendesque love. Love for the living and love for the dead. Love for who you really are, for those weird parts of yourself that only a few people understand. Love for things you yearn to do, for putting words in a page. Love for traveling, for people and seeing new ways to live. Love for the world... — Margo Rabb

Children rarely want to know who their parents were before they were parents, and when age finally stirs their curiosity, there is no parent left to tell them. — Russell Baker

You can always get someone to love you - even if you have to do it yourself. — Thomas Lansing Masson

Hope is not mere wishful thinking. It is the precursor of a new dawn that slowly, steadily and unerringly comes to the fore and eventually grows into reality's existence. — Sri Chinmoy

I don't like injustice. We're living in a time where, whether it's the Internet or tabloids, being sh-tty has become a sport. We're just grown-up bullies. — Jennifer Aniston

He saw an evening when he sat slumped across his desk in that office. It was late and his staff had left; so he could lie there alone, unwitnessed. He was tired. It was as if he had run a race against his own body, and all the exhaustion of years, which he refused to acknowledge, had caught him at once and flattened him against the desk top. He felt nothing, except the desire not to move. He did not have the strength to feel
not even to suffer. He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things
and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright with only one hand pressed to the desk and a trembling arm to support him. He never asked that question again. — Ayn Rand

Help the companion who is insecure; perhaps they do not have enough to supply their needs, while you retain an excess. — Chico Xavier