Eustathios Stratis Quotes & Sayings

In the thousand years since its foundation, the city had never been taken by force, though twice it had been seduced. — Daniel Abraham

When would insight, knowledge, hope, and beauty meld? — Larry Kramer

I want to learn how to be more thankful for what I am, than guilty for what I'm not. — Lysa TerKeurst

Poets can tell the truth as they see it. It's the author's story, the author's voice. — Nikki Giovanni

It was easier to break promises when they weren't voiced. — Lorraine Heath

See, this favorite child of mine changes by the day. No, by the minute, actually. Who is this favorite child of mine? It's the particular one who is pissing me off least at any given moment in time. They have all had their fair share of being the favorite and they have all inspired the "Oh my God, did I really give birth to you" moments as well. It's one of the best things about having more than one child: there's always another one to go to when one of the others is driving you up a fucking wall. — Jill Smokler

India I have visited a great many times, though there is a lot about it I will never understand. — Damon Galgut

Daily memorise one passage of Scripture. — Lailah Gifty Akita

A person who has achieved control over psychic energy and has invested it in consciously chosen goals cannot help but grow into a more complex being. By stretching skills, by reaching toward higher challenges, such a person becomes an increasingly extraordinary individual. — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

While it's good that we maintain high standards for companies seeking to claim environmental leadership, I can't help but ponder the hypocrisy of it all: how much more we expect of companies than of ourselves. — Joel Makower

She was crushed by society like a mosquito fending for its unborn young — Owen Jones

It is astonishing with how little wisdom mankind can be governed, when that little wisdom is its own. — William Ralph Inge

If everyone played the ukulele, the world would be a better place. — Jake Shimabukuro

Renewed hope followed renewed effort: It shone like the former for some weeks, then, like it, faded, flickered: Not a line, not a word reached me. When half a year wasted in vain expectancy, my hope died out, and then I felt dark indeed. — Charlotte Bronte