Mar Jayenge Quotes & Sayings

Give those who are gentle strength,
Give those who are strong a generous imagination,
And make their half-truth true and let the crooked
Footpath find its parent road at length.
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For never to begin
Anything new because we know there is nothing
New, is an academic sophistry
The original sin.
I have already had friends
Among things and hours and people
But taking them one by one
odd hours and passing people;
Now I must make amends
And try to correlate event with instinct
And me with you or you with you with all,
No longer think of time as a waterfall
Abstracted from a river. — Louis MacNeice

Nor was his energy confin'd alone To friends around his philosophick throne; Its influence wide improv'd our letter'd isle. And lucid vigour marked the general style: As Nile's proud waves, swoln from their oozy bed. First o'er the neighbouring meads majestick spread; Till gathering force, they more and more expand. And with new virtue fertilise the land. — Samuel Johnson

You always have nerves. And it's important to respect your nerves and your doubts. And then you have to ultimately overcome them. — Michael Pitt

Sadie, Carter, Annabeth and I exchanged uneasy looks. Normally when a god says, We must stop him , it means, You must stop him while I sit back and enjoy a cold beverage. But Nekhbet seemed serious about joining the gang. — Rick Riordan

Empowerment is the intentional absence of negativity. — Stephanie Lennox

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents. — William Shakespeare

People often refer to my career before The Crying Game as something which led up to that point. But I was very fulfilled in what I was doing. — Stephen Rea

For eight years I was an inmate in a state asylum for the insane. During those years I passed through such unbearable terror that I deteriorated into a wild, frightened creature intent only on survival. And I survived. I was raped by orderlies, gnawed on by rats and poisoned by tainted food. I was chained in padded cells, strapped into strait-jackets and half-drowned in ice baths. And I survived. The asylum itself was a steel trap, and I was not released from its jaws alive and victorious. I crawled out mutilated, whimpering and terribly alone. But I did survive. — Frances Farmer