Hankies To Crochet Quotes & Sayings

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. — Edward FitzGerald

When resistance no longer serves you, you'll no longer have it. — John De Ruiter

Some people are born to suffer. It never stops for them, not for a second ... they are made for it - sustained by it. — Michael Robotham

My first jobs were all civil service. At 14, I worked for the Canadian National Railways. At 16, I worked for the Canadian Penitentiary Service. — Dan Aykroyd

Everyone should always have a standing ovation at least once in their life. — R.J. Palacio

(Don) Sutton
lost thirteen games in a row without winning a ballgame. — Ralph Kiner

But even the moment when the leaves fall from their boughs - even that moment - has a beauty to it. A glory of its own. — Renee Ahdieh

If there is anything that a man can do well, I say let him do it. Give him a chance. — Abraham Lincoln

I'm very open about my shortcomings. It's nothing for me. People think I'm so brave for being like this. But I'm just being me, I'll take it. — Stacy Barthe

Bodies and minds need breaks or the work suffers, this has been proven and reproven to the point where we don't even need to post links to support it. — Carolyn Hax

I love the excitement, the childlike spirit of innocence and just about everything that goes along with Christmas. — Hillary Scott

For a number of years he had lived, eaten, laughed, loved, hoped, like everyone else. And for him it was over, over for good. A life! A few days, and then nothing! You're born, you grow up, you're happy, you wait, then you die. Goodbye! Man or woman, you'll never return to this earth! And yet each of us bears within him the fierce, unrealizable longing for eternity, each of us is a kind of universe within the universe, and each of us soon vanishes completely into the dunghill of new organisms. Plants, animals, men, stars, worlds, everything quickens, then dies, in order to transform itself. And nothing ever returns, whether insect, man, or planet! — Guy De Maupassant