Muresco Quotes & Sayings

START LOVING FAILURES
THEN FAILURES WILL START HATING YOU — Rahul

We're all in the same boat and we all are going to catch the same hell from the same man. — Malcolm X

Think of thyself as a stranger and traveler on the earth, to whom none of the many affairs of this world belong and who has no permanent township on the globe. — Claire Clairmont

By how many people must we be loved in order to be happy? Two? Five? Ten? Or maybe only one? The one who gives us sight. Who takes away fear. Who breathes meaning into our existence. There — Jan-Philipp Sendker

Humbling as it may be, for all our vaunted brain power, humans emerge as nothing special in the sensory sweepstakes. Our senses of vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are middling, at best. — Jonathan Balcombe

You cannot control how people are going to respond to you and your work in the world. Surrendering the outcomes does not mean that we don't care or we aren't emotionally involved or we are indifferent to the results. We want to connect with people and move them and inspire them - and we want more kids to learn to read. Surrendering the outcomes is making peace with our lack of control over how people respond to us and our work. Surrendering the outcomes is coming to terms with the freedom people have to react to us and our work however they want. — Rob Bell

The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love is beautiful,
A beautiful deception.
One falls in it
To deceive the other — Amit Abraham

[Faith] was something other than an intellectual exercise. There were no words, no lofty concepts, that could take away the pain. Faith was living with the pain. — Margaret Coel

But this was the thought of a depressive. An aspiring depressive, at the time. That was the odd thing about Leonard's disease, the almost pleasurable way it began. At first his dark moods were closer to melancholy than to despair. There was something enjoyable about wandering around the city alone, feeling forlorn. There was even a sense of superiority, of being right, in not liking the things other kids liked. — Jeffrey Eugenides