Dewone Ceaser Quotes & Sayings

I want people to make the same choice I made to get healthy. — Star Jones

It was mid-day when you went away. The sun was strong in the sky. I had done my work and sat alone on my balcony when you went away. Fitful gusts came winnowing through the smells of many distant fields. The doves cooed tireless in the shade, and a bee strayed in my room humming the news of many distant fields. The village slept in the noonday heat. The road lay deserted. In sudden fits the rustling of the leaves rose and died. I glazed at the sky and wove in the blue the letters of a name I had known, while the village slept in the noonday heat. I had forgotten to braid my hair. The languid breeze played with it upon my cheek. The river ran unruffled under the shady bank. The lazy white clouds did not move. I had forgotten to braid my hair. It was mid-day when you went away. The dust of the road was hot and the fields panting. The doves cooed among the dense leaves. I was alone in my balcony when you went away. — Rabindranath Tagore

I think of my brother just out of prison again. He will have spent ten years of the last 30 in prison. — Daniel Berrigan

I don't hold myself out as a role model. I don't believe that everyone should make the same choices; that everyone has to want to be a CEO, or everyone should want to be a work-at-home mother. I want everyone to be able to choose. But I want us to be able to choose unencumbered by gender choosing for us. — Sheryl Sandberg

We are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age — Charles Bukowski

We show greatness, not by being at one extreme, but by touching both at once and occupying all the space in between. — Blaise Pascal

I love the idea of working with women because I always feel like a man designing womenswear needs women around him to really have a sense of what they're doing. — Jason Wu

Born weary of being born, he chose to be a shade; when, then, did he live, and by the transgression of what birth? And if, living, he wore his shroud, by what miracle did he manage to die? — Emil M. Cioran

But spring in England is like a prolonged adolescence, stumbling, sweet and slow, a thing of infinitesimal shades, false starts, expectations, deferred hopes, and final showers of glory. — Laurie Lee

Jesus gave the world its most influential movement. — John Ortberg