Kehadiran Pelajar Quotes & Sayings

Let the past abolish the past when
and if
it can substitute something better. — William Faulkner

The Italians are the most civilized people. And they're very warm. Basically, they're Jews with great architecture. — Fran Lebowitz

I, a Laconian dog, can bite again: Yes, I can make the Daunian tiger flee, Much more a bragging, foul-mouth'd whelp like thee. — Henry Kirke White

How Heavy the Days ...
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die. — Hermann Hesse

If you're shooting to make the world 10% better, you're in a smartness contest with everyone else in the world - and you're going to lose. There are too many smart people in the world. — Astro Teller

She feels like a circus clown who wakes up one morning and no longer wants to glue on the red rubber nose. — Christina Baker Kline

I will not do work that isn't done well or right. Stuff happens - things break, contractors don't come through - but I don't want to be responsible for not doing something correctly. — Genevieve Gorder

A life without passion is bland and fake. It's like an eagle that trades it's wings for a shell so that it can crawl around like a turtle because it was afraid to fly. You will always feel claustrophobic inside a shell that you don't belong in. Turtles have their own unique advantages, but if you are an eagle, you are meant to fly! — David A. Hunter

We live, move, breathe, and having our being in the Love-Light of God — Gary Eby

HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What then?'
All his happier dreams came true
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What then? — W.B.Yeats