Isabelly Ribeiro Quotes & Sayings
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Without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yeild nothing on the plane of freedom — Albert Camus

It is a curious fact, and makes life very interesting, that, generally speaking, none of us have any expectation that things are going to happen till the very moment when they do happen. We wake up some morning with no idea that a great happiness is at hand, and before night it has come, and all the world is changed for us; or we wake bright and cheerful, with never a guess that clouds of sorrow are lowering in our sky, to put all the sunshine out for a while, and before noon all is dark. Nothing whispers of either the joy or the grief. No instinct bids us to delay or to hasten the opening of the letter or telegram, or the lifting of the latch of the door at which stands the messenger of good or ill. — Susan Coolidge

My sister Fiona has gone veggie: she won't even eat fish. She's a moron; we live in the west of Ireland with beautiful cows and beautiful fish. She's such a fool; it's like talking to a deaf person to a gig. Anyway there's nothing we can do with her and we've tried. I told her in return for the animals getting somewhere to live so beautiful as the west coast of Ireland we get to eat them, it's a fair deal. God brokered it himself. — James Mylet

Where does a young lady in Wakefield, Connecticut, purchase combat boots?" "Goodwill," she said. "You're wearing Goodwill combat boots?" "Yes." "Congratulations, Eleanor. Your footwear has achieved irony." Before — Tiffany Reisz

Let us be sure that those who come after will say of us in our time, that in our time we did everything that could be done. We finished the race; we kept them free; we kept the faith. — Ronald Reagan

Words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ... — John Geddes

Calvinism that does not humble has missed its mark. — Walter J Chantry

What had happened to the body I held in my arms that night last spring? — Haruki Murakami