Ndodhite Quotes & Sayings

I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. — Anonymous

I couldn't tell you exactly what I like about golf. Just when you think you've got it mastered it lets you know you haven't. I'm just crazy enough to do it. — Clint Eastwood

The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing. — Rumi

It doesn't matter where I am in this world, there's nothing else I'd rather see. Just you. — Jay McLean

learning to let go of my rage and embrace the howling emptiness and — Rick Yancey

It is the rule of law alone which hinders the rulers from turning themselves into the worst gangsters. — Ludwig Von Mises

Great sex is wonderful while it's happening, but who remembers great sex they had in 1983? — Bob Seger

~ some infinities are bigger then other infinities~ okay. Okay~ the fault in our stars — John Green

It
learns quickly what sort of courtship it is going to be.
Say you promise to be at your desk in the evenings, from
seven to nine. It waits, it watches. If you are reliably
there, it begins to show itself - soon it begins to arrive
when you do. But if you are only there sometimes and
are frequently late or inattentive, it will appear fleetingly,
or it will not appear at all.
Why should it? It can wait. It can stay silent a lifetime.
Who knows anyway what it is, that wild, silky part
of ourselves without which no poem can live? — Mary Oliver

The pain, I can assure you, will be exquisite. — Clive Barker

And he raised his glass to her. It could have been a compliment. Or the most sarcastic gesture anyone had ever made to her. — Lisa Kleypas

Loving someone doesn't just include that person, Ben. Loving someone means accepting all the things and people that person loves, too. And I will. I do. I promise. — Colleen Hoover

Had I crossed the pass
Supported by a stick,
I would have spared myself
The fall from the horse. — Matsuo Basho

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. — Dorothy Parker