Mcginness Name Quotes & Sayings

The corridor is hardly ever found in small houses, apart from the verandah, which also serves as a corridor. — Stephen Gardiner

The pathway to your best life isn't the route of denial. It's owning every moment. — Oprah Winfrey

Sometimes belief is the reason for liberation; other times, our own conviction prevents our escape. It depends on whether or not you believe God is listening, if you can cling to hope in the gravest of times. Hope is a precious life force within us. — Christopher Hawke

It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it, there is no fence or hedge round Time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough. — Richard Llewellyn

You are not a sensitive and will never experience this, but raw data surges, blunt data with errors which are slowly refined like the process of chiselling out a sculpture from a block of marble. — Tade Thompson

And things go unsaid soon get forgotten — Malorie Blackman

I took my time and observed Ryder Kingscott - the legend, the most envied, desired, talked about, etc., guy in school - mutating before my eyes into Ryder Kingscott, the ... possible stalker? — Ramona Wray

Of all our sunny world, i wish only for a garden sofa where a cat is sunning itself — Edith Sodergran

The true work of God is all good, since it is existence. — Maimonides

The state of being lost, he seemed to imply, granted him a kind of freedom. — Galt Niederhoffer

All of us are, as Mr. Stevens said, "condemned to be that inescapable animal, ourselves. — Harold Bloom

Fragment of the Elegy on the Death of Bion
From the Greek of Moschus
Published from the Hunt manuscripts by Forman, "Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1876.
Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud,
Augment your tide, O streams, with fruitless tears,
For the beloved Bion is no more.
Let every tender herb and plant and flower,
From each dejected bud and drooping bloom,
Shed dews of liquid sorrow, and with breath
Of melancholy sweetness on the wind
Diffuse its languid love; let roses blush,
Anemones grow paler for the loss
Their dells have known; and thou, O hyacinth,
Utter thy legend now - yet more, dumb flower,
Than 'Ah! alas!' - thine is no common grief
Bion the [sweetest singer] is no more.
NOTE:
_2 tears]sorrow (as alternative) Hunt manuscript — Percy Bysshe Shelley

I love video games. I love, love, love them! I also love 'Star Wars.' I wish Jedi was a true religion. — Kunal Nayyar