Grayed Hair Quotes & Sayings

data is becoming a new asset class - one that may trump previous asset classes. Another — Don Tapscott

Life is about finding yourself in the magnificence of life. — Debasish Mridha

Turn to God now and stop struggling with your personal relationship with him — Sunday Adelaja

I once asked a young dissertation writer whether her suddenly grayed hair was due to ill health or personal tragedy; she answered: "It was the footnotes". — Joanna Russ

Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them. — Louise Erdrich

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth — Homer

Jesus does not make claims as a dictator removed from the battlefield but rather goes before us leading the charge as King of the Kingdom of God. — Jonah Books

The truth is a stranger...Not always welcome by daylight. — Colin Greenland

Angels appear to transcend all cultures, races, and systems. They are a part of human history and civilization, sometimes at the forefront, other times in the shadows, but they are always there. They don't belong to any one particular religion, although many modern people try to associate them with Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. No one religion holds total responsibility for the belief in angels. In truth, these religions only support the existence of angels, they didn't create them. — Silver RavenWolf

NEVER accept "conventional wisdom" when it comes to finance. If others keep failing, why do you want to follow them? — Ziad K. Abdelnour

While a battle still entirely political was preparing in this same place which had already seen so many revolutionary events, while the youth, the secret associations, the schools in the name of principles, and the middle class in the name of interests, were moving in to dash against each other, to grapple and overthrow each other, while each was hurrying and calling the final and decisive hour of the crisis, far off and outside that fatal sector, in the deepest of the unfathomable caverns of that miserable old Paris, the gloomy voice of the people was heard deeply growling.
A fearful, sacred voice, composed of the roaring brute and the speech of God, which terrifies the feeble and warns the wise, which comes at the same time from below like the voice of a lion and from above like the voice of thunder. Page 1123 Saint-Denis Chapter 13 part II — Victor Hugo