Quitate Quotes & Sayings

Men ... look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child ... — Mary Roberts Rinehart

Why are you more concerned with where you're going than where you are? Why are you more concerned with what you're going to do than what you're doing? Why aren't you paying attention to how you live your life right this very moment? Why are you wasting this moment? Why are you wasting your life? — Colin Beavan

It's not often you get something for free in this life. — Tarryn Fisher

No bird can fly without opening its wings, and no one can love without exposing their hearts. — Mark Nepo

I was eight years old when my father was murdered. It is almost impossible to describe the pain of losing a parent to a senseless murder ... But even as a child, one thing was clear to me: I didn't want the killer, in turn, to be killed. I remember lying in bed and praying, Please, God. Please don't take his life, too. I saw nothing that could be accomplished in the loss of one life being answered with the loss of another. — Kerry Kennedy

A Picture Speaks a Thousand Words - A Book Paints a Thousand Pictures. — Philos Sopher

Nine, how your hands are always cold, but they are the warmest touch I've ever felt. — Theresa Paolo

What religion is he of?
Why, he is an Anythingarian. — Jonathan Swift

I knew I could never give up on music. Completely devoid of any religious or iconic context, I felt like music was handed down to me - this is what I was going to do. — Justin Vernon

My father has developed a tradition of surprising us at some point by appearing in fancy dress. He buys a new costume each year and typically gets carried away. A couple of Christmases ago he appeared in an inflatable sumo outfit. It's endearing, really, and only quite embarrassing. — Pippa Middleton

The right kind of fear will keep us from doing wrong.
The rough is only mental - it is rough only because your think it is. — Norman Vincent Peale

Tiny decides to ignore me, and he tells Jane that he hopes one day to have enough texts from Will Grayson to turn them into a book, because his texts are like poetry.

Before I can stop myself, I say, "'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day' becomes 'u r hawt like august. — John Green