Multitudes In The Valley Quotes & Sayings

And after all, everyone needs a few flaws to make them real. — Helen Simonson

For this my good from them, was good for them. — Augustine Of Hippo

Percent of medical students take no course in geriatrics, — Atul Gawande

If you read quickly to get through a poem to what it means, you have missed the body of the poem. — M.H. Abrams

To multitudes of sufferers on beds of pain and languishing, Jesus has been the great physician to-day; in many a weeping circle around precious dust, He has been the Divine comforter, and the tears have almost ceased to flow as this Jesus has touched the bier. Dying lips have whispered His name, and the valley of the shadow has been illumined as with the glory from the celestial shores. — Abbott Eliot Kittredge

This tree was a vast cylinder of wood. It filled the sky. The limbs reached out above me, a great canopy sheltering the rest of the trees, as if they were its children. — Ned Hayes

There doesn't seem to be any other way of creating the next green revolution without GMOs. — E. O. Wilson

We've created the best indoor winter facility in the world. Having set that benchmark, it could inspire a whole new generation throughout the world. — Phil Taylor

Better exert power than justify it! — Raheel Farooq

You don't win races by wishing, you win them by running faster than everyone else does. — Philip Pullman

Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has Gone.
The glittering multitudes were singing most mightily, and my heart was in blood to hear a Voice that I knew.
The Men of the Valley were marching again.
My Fathers were singing up there.
Loud, triumphant, the anthem rose, and I knew, in some deep place within, that in the royal music was a prayer to lift up my spirit, to be of good cheer, to keep the faith, that Death was only an end to the things that are made of clay, and to fight, without heed of wounds, all that brings death to the Spirit, with Glory to the Eternal Father, forever, Amen. — Richard Llewellyn

Then that fuckin' nose twitched again. And I sank back into my woman... a pair of wolf eyes bringing me home. — Tillie Cole