Frrok Gjini Quotes & Sayings

Obedience is yielded more readily to one who commands gently. — Seneca The Younger

Only when the last fish is gone, the last river poisoned, the last tree cut down...will mankind realize they cannot eat money. — Greenpeace

Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit. — Gene Tierney

Every man [human being] is an heir to a legacy of dignity and worth — Martin Luther King Jr.

Authors today need a publisher as much as they need a tapeworm in their guts. — Rayne Hall

Why do you think anyone would go to such lengths to prove that a direct command of God is no longer applicable, unless it is to gain some other benefit other than the acceptance and approbation of God? — Michael Bunker

Character matters; leadership descends from character. — Rush Limbaugh

Your legacy is the fragrance of your life that remains when you yourself are not present. — Daniel Taylor

Today's prime educational objective must be to form men-and-women-for-others who cannot even conceive of love of God which does not include love for the least of their neighbors. — Pedro

I'm getting very old and my bones ache. My sins are deserting me, and if I could only have my time over again I'd take care to commit more of them. — Dorothy L. Sayers

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light. — Karen Marie Moning

What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us. — Henry Van Dyke

Like sheep which, having been driven to a pasture, can now spread out at their leisure, the clouds began to drift. Afternoon sunlight sliced through into the still waters. The boomerang hung in the sky, and the boy thought he would have to find a new word for the way the colours glowed.
In the meantime, he looked down at the water and tried out the word he'd been taught by his grandfather, who'd been taught it by his grandfather, and which had been kept for thousands of years for when it would been needed.
It meant the smell after rain.
It had, he thought, been well worth waiting for. — Terry Pratchett