Evangelatos Nikos Quotes & Sayings

Do not listen to everything you hear, and do not believe everything you listen to. — Abhishek Kumar

Nothing so clearly distinguishes a spiritual man as his treatment of an erring brother. — Saint Augustine

How can those of us who are parents help our children recognize their bliss? — Bill Moyers

It is you who are unpoetical," replied the poet Syme. "If what you say of clerks is true, they can only be as prosaic as your poetry. The rare, strange thing is to hit the mark; the gross, obvious thing is to miss it. We feel it is epical when man with one wild arrow strikes a distant bird. Is it not also epical when man with one wild engine strikes a distant station? Chaos is dull; because in chaos the train might indeed go anywhere, to Baker Street or to Bagdad. But man is a magician, and his whole magic is in this, that he does say Victoria, and lo! it is Victoria. No, take your books of mere poetry and prose; let me read a time table, with tears of pride. Take your Byron, who commemorates the defeats of man; give me Bradshaw, who commemorates his victories. Give me Bradshaw, I say! — G.K. Chesterton

You are blood of my blood," he said softly, "and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever." He looked up at Jamie, challenging. After a long moment, Jamie gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, and stepped back, letting his hand fall from Brianna's shoulder. Roger — Diana Gabaldon

Whatever you are looking for, look in yourself not around. — Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi

The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze. — Julian Grenfell

Let us be elegant or die!
Amy — Louisa May Alcott

That which chiefly causes the failure of a dinner-party, is the running short
not of meat, nor yet of drink, but of conversation. — Lewis Carroll

When you write a novel, you make other people see your imaginary friends. — Tayari Jones

The Internet is fast, while humans are slow; capacious,
while humans are forgetful. — Michael Chorost

He claimed that no act or thought that did not have love as its purpose was of God. Love was the secret of God's perfection. Man was imperfect only because of his inability to live life as a continuous act of love. — Michael Puttonen

Lucy reached in her bag and pulled out the book, knowing exactly where to search. I thank my Maker, that, in the midst of judgment, he has remembered mercy. I humbly entreat my Redeemer to give me strength to lead henceforth a purer life than I have done hitherto. There it was. Mercy. Grace. And just as she'd told James, fiction conveyed change and truth and was loved and digested again and again because it reflected the worst, the best, and all the moments in between of the human experience. — Katherine Reay