Ndiankou Si Quotes & Sayings

Everyone has to work where he is able to maximize what he has been given to the fullest. — Sunday Adelaja

We will be judged by how well we love. — Toni Morrison

History doesn't move you more than when it's in the iron of your own blood. — J.R. Tompkins

I'm fairly adventurous with my eating. I've tried kangaroo, and Moreton Bay bugs, which are a kind of lobster, are so good. — Brian O'Driscoll

All events became omens; I lost the ability to take anything literally. — Douglas Coupland

him. It was between me and my mom, yet as always, he felt the need to jump in and defend her against me. "If he don't like what I'm saying, why doesn't he just close his damn ears?" "Shut — Shelli Marie

The truth, my friend, is an awesome thing, to be handled with wisdom and with courage denied to ordinary people. Most of us must make do with illusions. Or else
or else we could not endure. — Ruth Tessler Goldstein

To get a clearer idea of the other half, allow me to paint a picture for you. Imagine, if you will, nothing. Now imagine that it's endless. Now triple that. This is a perfect description of the United States between the Denver International Airport and approximately Wrigley Field. — Doug DeMuro

Woe to him, ... who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment. — Thomas Carlyle

His voice, the very sound of rolling eyes. — Thomas Mullen

Cruelty is softened by fear, not pity. — Mason Cooley

You can come back one day. Or I could come there."
"Maybe."
"I could find you."
"Finding is for the things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor. — Cristina Henriquez

As inscribed on John Keats' tombstone:
This Grave
contains all that was Mortal,
of a
YOUNG ENGLISH POET,
Who
on his Death Bed,
in the Bitterness of his Heart,
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies
Desired
these Words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone:
"Here lies One
Whose Name was writ in Water."
Feb 24 1821 — John Keats

I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. — Raymond Chandler

In this story, the sun moves. In this story, every night meets a dawn and burns away in the bright morning. In this story, Winter can never hold back the Spring ... He is the best of all possible audiences, the only Audience to see every scene, the Author who became a Character and heaped every shadow on Himself. The Greeks were right. Live in fear of a grinding end and a dank hereafter. Unless you know a bigger God, or better yet, are related to Him by blood. — N.D. Wilson