Kaizena Quotes & Sayings
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In the worst of times the best among us never lose their moral compass, and that is how they emerge relatively unscathed. — Henry Rollins

How come she couldn't have a nice supernatural life like the girls on Charmed or even Buffy? They all had friends. Even on Supernatural, the boys had each other. What did she have? Nothing, but one damed traitor after another. — Caroline Hanson

No matter how much restitution she paid with every word and deed, her blood-stained hands could never really be clean, even if no one else knew they were dirty. — Stacy Hawkins Adams

Since the world never faults a man who refuses to yield ... it is generally recognized that weak men live in obedience to the world's will, while the strong obey only their own. — Giacomo Leopardi

This plucky NASA telescope is able to find planets en masse. If you compare planet hunting to prospecting for gold, then Kepler is equivalent to trading in your trusty pan for a diesel-powered sluice box. — Seth Shostak

You could take me to Mass every day for the rest of my life and I'd still be the kind of guy who would finger you in the back row. — Tessa Bailey

Strength of character comes from being hit by stray verbal stones, while protecting discarded ciphers in the snow. — Shannon L. Alder

Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep. — Spider Robinson

Knowing ignorance is strength; ignoring knowledge is sickness. — Laozi

Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I; For yet I lived like one not born to die; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears - No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep - and waking, I waked to sleep no more; at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is gray, For I have lost the race I never ran. A rathe December blights my lagging May: And still I am a child, though I be old Time is my debtor for my days untold. — Hartley Coleridge