Diriamba Quotes & Sayings

If you are not working towards something, your life will end with nothing. — Habeeb Akande

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft — Mary Schmich

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart? — Friedrich Nietzsche

We should, can and most of the time do communicate with God directly. To my knowledge, angels are not necessary for anything. But God's creation is abundant, and asking "Why angels?" would be like asking why there are thousands of varieties of trees or stars, when we could get along with so much less. God Himself told us many times that He was sending angels to love and care for us, so He is the one who brought them into our lives. Therefore, even if we don't understand their entire purpose, I vote that we pay attention to them. — Joan Anderson

One thing we said as an offense is we want to start games fast ... we want the other team to play catch-up to us. — Ray Rice

Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there! — Liberty Hyde Bailey

Hope never abandons you, you abandon it. — George Weinberg

If it be said that the legislative body are themselves the constitutional judges of their own powers, and that the construction they put upon them is conclusive upon the other departments, it may be answered, that this cannot be the natural presumption, where it is not be collected from any particular provisions in the Constitution. — Alexander Hamilton

To be a good mother, a woman must have sense, and that independence of mind which few women possess who are taught to depend entirely on their husbands. Meek wives are, in general, foolish mothers; wanting their children to love them best, and take their part, in secret, against the father, who is held up as a scarecrow. — Mary Wollstonecraft