Ivern Jungle Quotes & Sayings

The trouble is that everyone talks about reforming others and no one thinks about reforming himself. — Peter Of Alcantara

Those English and Scottish know how to do accents. — Joey McIntyre

In a sense, all these stories make up one story, namely that of a people struggling to see the face of God, to pierce the riddle of loneliness, the mist of unreality, and to come to full meaning of life. Because it is a story of struggle, this story can shed much light on our own struggle to break out of the slavery of loneliness and to meet others and God in intimacy and love. — Ronald Rolheiser

There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains. — Isaac Watts

My biggest fear had always been getting hurt, and not being able to leave the game as a player on my own terms. — Jason Kidd

I may look like a beer salesman, but I'm a poet. — Theodore Roethke

It was in a large window--a sort of hybrid between a shop and a private house--and consisted of a hand-written placard executed in bold Roman capitals announcing that these premises were occupied by no less a person than Professor Booley, late of Boston, U.S.A. (popularly believed to be the hub of the universe). — R. Austin Freeman

Because deep down to the army a wounded soldier that can't fight anymore is garbage. So we depend on civilians, and civilians don't care either. — Lee Child

The final destination is death. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I got used to seeing him waiting for me at the end of corridors, or sitting at the edge of my bed when I fell asleep at night. When he didn't appear, I sometimes found myself looking for him or wondering why he hadn't come, and that frightened me most of all. — Leigh Bardugo

Don't wait for things to be perfect before you share them with others. Show early and show often. It'll be pretty when we get there, but it won't be pretty along the way. — Ed Catmull

Who thinks you're as fantastic as your dog does? — Audrey Hepburn

The traveler from Europe edges into it like a tiny Jonah entering an inconceivably large whale, slipping past the straits of Belle Isle into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, where five Canadian provinces surround him, for the most part invisible. Then he goes up the St. Lawrence and the inhabited country comes into view, mainly a French-speaking country with its own cultural traditions. To enter the United States is a matter of crossing an ocean; to enter Canada is a matter of being silently swallowed by an alien continent. — Northrop Frye