Fossam Quotes & Sayings

Loneliness is the world of self-discovery where undiscovered you buds. — Akshmala Sharma

Life moves all too fast. When you feel weak, discouraged, depressed, or afraid, open the Book of Mormon and read. — Boyd K. Packer

I was the only woman fooling around with a camera in the streets and all the reporters laughed at me. So I became a fighter. — Lola Alvarez Bravo

All nations are like a fairytale princess. Waiting for their prince charming to save them. — Arzum Uzun

Ever wonder what the speed of lightning would be if it didn't zigzag? — Steven Wright

This is said to us, even as this counterfeit president has legalized the Confederate Flag in Mississippi. — Amiri Baraka

Just find out what other successful people do and do the same things until you get the same results. Learn from the experts. Wow! What an idea. Success — Brian Tracy

Whoever is to be wise despises himself. Only the ignorant trust their own judgement. — Idries Shah

Nothing in my life ever happened that was as important to me as learning to read. — Bobbie Louise Hawkins

Istam terra de fossam premat,
gravisque terrus impio capiti incubet!
(As for her, let her be buried deep in earth,
and heavy may the soil lie on her unholy head.) — Seneca.

But a problem arises because whenever I use words, those words have connotations in your mind. When I say 'Celebrate', you think one has to be happy. How can one celebrate when one is sad? I am not saying that one has to be happy to celebrate. Celebration is gratefulness for whatsoever life gives to you. Whatsoever existence gives to you, celebration is a gratitude; it is a gratefulness. — Rajneesh

But in the secret's courts of man's hearts Atticus had no case. Tom was a dead man the minute Mayella Ewell opened her mouth and screamed. — Harper Lee

It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither. — Charles Dickens