Mciver Park Hiking Quotes & Sayings

I just can't stand the sound of my voice sometimes, or how my face looks. There are always a few times at every premiere when I just have to cover my eyes when I'm up there. — Carrie-Anne Moss

People keep telling us about their love affairs, when what we really want to know is how much money they make and how they manage on it. — Mignon McLaughlin

In the big scheme of things, a little love is all we need — Benny Bellamacina

How beautiful to look at When my prayer Lights a candle of hope In my heart. — Sri Chinmoy

Reductio ad absurdum, which Euclid loved so much, is one of a mathematician's finest weapons. It is a far finer gambit than any chess play: a chess player may offer the sacrifice of a pawn or even a piece, but a mathematician offers the game. — G.H. Hardy

Never give way to melancholy; resist it steadily, for the habit will encroach. — Sydney Smith

At almost forty years old, I assumed my career on camera was over. And I was certainly given that message by all the TV managers and news directors who passed on me when I was trying to get a job back in the business. — Mika Brzezinski

Once causes are determined, then there is talk of "social injustice" and the privileged begin to resist. — Gustavo Gutierrez

A thousand regrets I've had in love,
A thousand times I've longed to change the past.
I know, my love, there is no going back.
No undoing of our thousand burdens.
We must go on despite our heavy hearts.
A thousand regrets I've had in love, but I shall never regret you. — Rachel Hartman

The troubles of this world pass,
and what we have left is what we have made of our souls ... — Shoghi Effendi

There are jerks all over Washington. Life is short; being a jerk is just unnecessary. — Mona Sutphen

During the rule of the Southern Dynasties (A.D. 317-589), one Chinese princess argued that she, like her brother the emperor, was entitled to a harem. Her wishes prevailed, and she was assigned thirty male "concubines."10 — Stephanie Coontz

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells. — T. S. Eliot