Divinoni Hamlin Quotes & Sayings

How much in this world is charged to chance or fortune, or veiled under a more devout name, and accorded to Providence; while, when we come to look honestly into affairs, we find it to be a debt of our own accumulation, and one which we must inevitably pay. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin

It was strange to think that one day I might have my own stack of yellowed photos to show skeptical grandchildren - and my own fantastic stories to share. — Ransom Riggs

Eternal virtues like perseverance is what should be our focus and not miracles. — Sunday Adelaja

All white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be seen or touched — Angela Carter

And how do you confess to a beautiful woman that you can't fulfill a relationship because you're tormented by the presence of another woman that doesn't even exist? — Victoria Caro

I want you to finish a tat for me." He yanked his long sleeve shirt up and over his head in a seductive motion that covered his tat infested body than turned his back and peaked over his shoulder mischievously at her. "The wings of a wench...ah I mean wrench. — Rose D. Cassidy

grounded hope" - the understanding that if you take action you can make things better. — Sheryl Sandberg

No love is lost even though the lover turns away from us or life. Within us are the people we have loved, not as they were but as we wanted them to be. As our fresh grief softens to sorrow, we suddenly discover the lover's eyes in our mirror the lover's words on our lips, even the beloved's jokes have become ours. What reality has taken, we have taken for our own. Nothing is ever lost. Layers of our being contain all that has lived for us or that we imagined. We exude the strength of our losses and our gains glow even in the dark. — Ruth H. Jacobs

In America we have only the present tense. I am in danger. You are in danger. — Adrienne Rich

Sometimes, one trembling star comes in the clear sky and makes me think the world beautiful and we maggots deforming even the trees with our lusts. — Virginia Woolf