Leeuwenburgh Quotes & Sayings

It is this unquiet self-love that renders us so sensitive. The sick man, who sleeps ill, thinks the night long. We exaggerate, from cowardice, all the evils which we encounter; they are great, but our sensibility increases them. The true way to bear them is to yield ourselves up with confidence to God. — Francois Fenelon

Luck always favors the comely. — Richard Schickel

There are many ways to find meaning in life, one of them is the love of art — Ndiritu Wahome

She walks,
on the streets,
with a face that,
doesn't belong.
It smiles more than,
many put together,
whole day long.
Her heart misfit,
a little chipped.
And she likes to,
call it once broken,
but now stitched. — Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Fiction is not necessarily about what you know, it's about how you feel. That is the truth about fiction, and the other truth is that all science is a tool, and we use our tools not to actualise what we know, but to implement how we feel. — Margaret Atwood

The main lesson to be learned from the Love Canal crisis is that in order to protect public health from chemical contamination, there needs to be a massive outcry
a choir of voices
by the American people demanding change. — Lois Gibbs

I don't care if people say that I am staying hungry and foolish. — Santosh Kalwar

My only memories of school are of being beaten, of being hit in the playground, of masters poking their fingers in my chest all day. — Michael Gambon

Leaves, while they live, hang together; dying, they fall one by one. — Marty Rubin

I expect to be great. I expect to do what hasn't been done. I expect to provoke change. — Deion Sanders

You might not see one in a hundred with
gentleman so plainly written as in Mr. Knightley. — Jane Austen

Yes, he could walk forever. He could so easily continue to walk and all thoughts of death would fall away, absorbed by the silent snow.
[...]
And then he heard it, very faintly at first, but distinct just the same. He heard the snow falling gently through the air, each flake sounded distinctly different, yet just as each fell unhindered by another, so their sound did not clash or interfere with each other, but blended into a snow song that he knew very few had ever heard. And that song became louder, though always gentle, as he continued to be absorbed by the light, to become one with the light... and now there weren't any feet to leave prints, or a body or eyes to glow, but just light and sound and pure joy, pure eternal joy. No past, no future, no, not even a present, just ever new joy where there wasn't even a memory of pain or struggle or sorrow... just ever new joy... — Hubert Selby Jr.