Opportunistes Quotes & Sayings

For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections. — Peace Pilgrim

I gabbed Ivy's arm. "Look. Ivy. Something just moved - by that tombstone."
We both stared into the gray light.
"Oh, noooo," I moaned.
I watched, trembling in horror as someone climbed out of a grave. — R.L. Stine

[On power:] Some people really have almost a disdain for that word. They feel it is alien to conscience. Power for power's sake, no. But the positive use of power for positive purposes is very important. You have to understand that. You've got to have a seat at the policy table if you want to make a difference. — Elizabeth Dole

Half of teachers leave the profession within their first four years, and kids with behaviour challenges and their parents are cited as one of the major reasons. — Ross W. Greene

Gavriel's son was bellowing Whitethorn's name. A gods-damned victory cry. Over and over, the men taking up the call.
Then Fenrys's voice lifted.
And Gavriel's.
And that red-haired queen.
The Havilliard king.
On into battle, on into bloodshed, they called the prince's name. — Sarah J. Maas

I love you, Daniel Wesley," she whispers.
"I love you Seven Marie Six Cinderella Jacobs. — Colleen Hoover

We don't give 'em no respect..none! — Jerome James

The new ruler must determine all the injuries that he will need to inflict. He must inflict them once and for all. — Niccolo Machiavelli

The third stage is no thought. No thought is not the end of meditation. It is the beginning of higher meditation. — Frederick Lenz

Poetry is not an end in itself but in the service of life; of what use are poems, or any other works of art, unless to enable human lives to be lived with insight of a deeper kind, with more sensitive feelings, more intense sense of the beautiful, with deeper understanding? — Kathleen Raine

Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow