Fitschen Charitable Trust Quotes & Sayings

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, /And think they grow immortal as they quote. — Edward Young

For sure, th' world is in a confusion that passes me or any other man to understand; it needs fettling, and who's to fettle it, if it's as yon folks say, and there's nought but what we see? — Elizabeth Gaskell

1. Is anything impossible for the grace of God? Suppose you bring a light into a room that has been dark a thousand years; does it remove the darkness little by little? The room is lighted all at once. Intense renunciation is what is needed. — Ramakrishna

I was an economics major, which I enjoyed because I had a good business sense. — Herb Ritts

Most of the time, I'm not scared. I get on with life, not because I'm a fatalist, but because that's the most congenial way of dealing with things. Indeed, most of the time, I'm not conscious of dealing with anything. — John Diamond

I have to be clear with myself and very conscious of what I am trying to say. Misunderstandings will always take place; it's unavoidable. — Jose Padilha

When I can't sleep, I don't count sheep. I count lovers.
And by the time I reach 38 or 39, I'm asleep. — Miriam Hopkins

With my art, it's the one thing that I know will outlive me and outlive my feelings. It will outlive my depressive seasons. — Frank Ocean

Graffiti is only dangerous in the mind of three types of people; politicians, advertising executives and graffiti writers, — Banksy

Hell! I'm glad I did it. It's going to be a change. I
call this life! — Jack Kerouac

I learned that you can constantly improve, and that you should not be shy about your views, and about the direction that you believe is right. — Christine Lagarde

You want me to say yes four times?
God. What do you do when the man you love asks you something?
You say yes.
Four times yes.
What do you do when a Saint loves you?
You love him with all that you possess.
What do you do when Sin comes calling?
You do him. — Katy Evans

Jamie, who had insisted on walking most of the way to spare the horse, was a disreputable sight indeed, hose stained to the knees with reddish dust, spare shirt torn by brambles and a week's growth of beard bristling fiercely from cheek and jaw. His hair had grown long enough in the last months to reach his shoulders. Usually clubbed into a queue or laced back, it was free now, thick and unruly, with small bits of leaf and stick caught in the disordered coppery locks. Face burned a deep ruddy bronze, boots cracked from walking, dirk and sword thrust through his belt, he looked a wild Highlander indeed. — Diana Gabaldon