Malicious Software Removal Tool Quotes & Sayings

You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights. — Amit Ray

When we do something with a quite simple, clear mind, we have no notion or shadows, and our activity is strong and straightforward. But when we do something with a complicated mind, in relation to other things or people, or society, our activity becomes very complex. — Shunryu Suzuki

After graduating from our school, they went into the Woods expecting epic battles with monsters and wizards, only to find their fairy tales unfold right in their own houses. They didn't realize that villains are the ones closest to us. They didn't realize that to find a happy ending, a hero must first look right under his nose. — Soman Chainani

You belong to them now. Vosch the sculptor, my body the clay, but not my spirit, never my soul. Unconquered. Uncrushed. Uncontained. — Rick Yancey

Short of a death in the family, a divorce is perhaps the most life-altering experience in human relationships. — Kenneth Eade

The gratitude ascending from man to God is the supreme transaction between heaven and earth. — Albert Schweitzer

Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.'
And now all she can do is watch it falling. — Amy Tan

If you want to succeed in what you do, learn how to compromise with the people around you. — Paul G. Bailey

There is a remarkable picture called 'Contemplation.' It shows a forest in winter and on a roadway through the forest, in absolute solitude, stands a peasant in a torn kaftan and bark shoes. he stands, as it were, lost in thought. Yet he is not thinking: he is "contemplating." If anyone touched him he would start and look bewildered. It's true he would come to himself immediately; but if he were asked what he had been thinking about, he would remember nothing. Yet probably he has hidden within himself, the impression which dominated him during that period of contemplation. Those impressions are dear to him and he probably hoards them imperceptibly, and even unconsciously. How and why, of course, he does not know. He may suddenly, after hoarding impressions for many years, abandon everything and go off to Jerusalem on a pilgrimage. Or he may suddenly set fire to his native village. Or he may do both. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky