Hongisto Surname Quotes & Sayings

It is not who you are underneath; it is what you do that defines you — David S.Goyer

Here is the paradox of Christian living. We must give up control of self to gain self control. — Andy Mineo

I recognize the widest possible difference-so wide, that to receive the one as good, pure, and holy, is of necessity to reject the other as bad, corrupt, and wicked. To be the friend of one, is of necessity to be the enemy of the other. — Frederick Douglass

We tend to think of our selves as the only wholly unique creations in nature, but it is not so. Uniqueness is so commonplace a property of living things that there is really nothing at all unique about it. A phenomenon can't be unique and universal at the same time. — Lewis Thomas

The main factors that sponsor the abuse of time include procrastination and excuses. Procrastination makes you to shift a task that you can do now into the unseen future; excuses are the reasons why you shift that task. — Israelmore Ayivor

There will always be ladies who lunch. Always. And apparently they live a long time. — Elaine Stritch

The exercise for centering oneself is a simple one.
Stop thinking of what you intend to do. Stop thinking of what you have just done. Then stop thinking that you have stopped thinking of those things.
Then you will find the now. The time that stretches eternal, and is really the only time there is.
Then in that place, you will finally have time to be yourself. — Robin Hobb

Becoming healthy and confident in body, mind and spirit is a journey that brings discovery and opportunity. It is an invitation to live a life of greater beauty, dignity, wisdom and love...to respond to our world from a place of stillness and serenity...and to live our lives from our highest purpose and potential. — Lorrie Jones

The glistening colours around his eyes had actually spread out farther on his face, creating an incredibly fascinating montage of blacks, blues, purples, and, around the very edge, pinks. I found my eyes drawn to his unnatural skin tones in morbid curiosity. Besides my sick obsession with his bruises, when my eyes would meet his, the fluttering in my stomach would start up, along with my thumping heart. It was interesting that his face was hardly recognisable, but his hot gazes still gave me goose bumps. — Karen Ann Hopkins