Dyken Mini Quotes & Sayings

The mark of a person who is in control of consciousness is the ability to focus attention at will, to be oblivious to distractions, to concentrate for as long as it takes to achieve a goal, and not longer. And the person who can do this usually enjoys the normal course of everyday life. — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

We all get our share of tragedy or insanity or drama, but what we do with that horror is what makes all the difference. I — Jenny Lawson

Curiosity is the most powerful thing you own. — James Cameron

Rape is a more heinous crime than murder since the rape victim dies throughout the period she lives. — Amit Abraham

Oh, where is man That mortal god, that hath no mortal kin Or like on earth? Shall Nature's orator The interpreter of all her mystic strains Shall he be mute in Nature's jubilee? — Hartley Coleridge

There's a good many pictures I'd like to make; we'll see how many I'll be allowed to make. — Terrence Malick

I think every school needs a protection plan with a either police officer or certified armed security. — Wayne LaPierre

Social does not just equal Facebook. Social is how people interact anywhere. — Carol Bartz

Men, I am not a religious man and I don't know your feelings in this matter, but I am going to ask you to pray with me for the success of the mission before us. And while we pray, let us get on our knees and not look down but up with faces raised to the sky so that we can see God and ask his blessing in what we are about to do. — Robert Lee Wolverton

Don't ever take God's judgment lightly - and don't ever take sin lightly. God doesn't take them lightly. The proof is that they cost His dear Son His life. — Billy Graham

Somewhere in the garden a nightingale was singing, and a little breeze touched her hair and stirred the leaves overhead. All the different bells of the city chimed, once each, this one high, that one low, some close by, others farther off, one cracked and peevish, another grave and sonorous, but agreeing in all their different voices on what the time was, even if some of them got to it a little more slowly than others. In that other Oxford where she and Will had kissed good-bye, the bells would be chiming, too, and a nightingale would be singing, and a little breeze would be stirring the leaves in the Botanic Garden ... — Philip Pullman