Miela Pics Quotes & Sayings

Living was struggling to do something impossible - to succeed, or die, knowing you had tried! — Anne McCaffrey

Whom the society deems worthless, once they discover their special inclination, it will change the very course of their lives as well as the shape of the very society that distastes them. — Abhijit Naskar

The national media will talk about (national problems) because it's something that everyone in all 50 states can understand, but the reality is these are minor factors. These are local races ... The issues tend to be less ideological than for Senate races or races for president ... It's about potholes and streetlights. — Larry Sabato

Try the mustard, - a man can't know what turnips are in perfection without mustard. — Mark Twain

A person cannot direct his emotional life in the way he bids his motor system to reach for a cup. He cannot will himself to want the right thing or to love the right person or to be happy after a disappointment, or even to be happy in happy times. People lack this capacity not through a deficiency of discipline but because the jurisdiction of will is limited to the latest brain and to those functions within its purview. Emotional life can be influenced, but it cannot be commanded. — Thomas Lewis

Respectability had its uses. I wondered idly how many spymasters had thought of using elderly ladies? You didn't hear about old women as spies - but then again, that might merely indicate how good they were at it. — Diana Gabaldon

Everybody's got regrets. Everybody's made mistakes. Nobody's perfect. — Josh Duhamel

Do you always throw your money away like this?"
"Only when I'm in love, — Sidney Sheldon

When you first get married, they open the car door for you. Eighteen years now ... once he opened the car door for me in the last four years - we were on the freeway at the time. — Joan Rivers

The mind of God is all the mentality that is scattered over space and time, the diffused consciousness that animates the world. — Baruch Spinoza

I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious to my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel. In a moment everything is altered. The brooding self with its hurt vanity has disappeared. There is nothing now but kestrel. And when I return to thinking of the other matter it seems less important — Iris Murdoch