Request Letter Quotes & Sayings

Earth has cooled since 1998 in defiance of the predictions by the UN-IPCC ... The global temperature for 2007 was the coldest in a decade and the coldest of the millennium ... which is why 'global warming' is now called 'climate change.' — Richard Keen

Always blow your own trumpet, blowing someone else's is unhygienic — Benny Bellamacina

The shoes had come to define him as he proceeded to break every sprinting record at New Bedford High School and other high schools across the Commonwealth, earning himself the nickname Fast Eddie. — Elin Hilderbrand

Life is a dead-end street. — H.L. Mencken

How come nobody wants to argue with me? Is it because I'm always so right? — Jim Bouton

With the exception of gravitation and radioactivity, all of the phenomena known to physicists and chemists in 1911 have their ultimate explanation in the laws of quantum electrodynamics. — Richard P. Feynman

When empathy makes us feel pain, the reaction is often a desire to escape. Jonathan Glover tells of a woman who lived near the death camps in Nazi Germany and who could easily see atrocities from her house, such as prisoners being shot and left to die. She wrote an angry letter: "One is often an unwilling witness to such outrages. I am anyway sickly and such a sight makes such a demand on my nerves that in the long run I cannot bear this. I request that it be arranged that such inhuman deeds be discontinued, or else be done where one does not see it." She was definitely suffering from seeing the treatment of the prisoners, but it didn't motivate her to want to save them: She would be satisfied if she could have this suffering continue out of her sight. — Paul Bloom

When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest. — Marcel Proust

SIR,-Your letter of February the 18th came to hand on the 1st instant; and the request of the history of my physical habits would have puzzled me not a little, had it not been for the model with which you accompanied it, of Doctor Rush's answer to a similar inquiry. I live so much like other people, that I might refer to ordinary life as a history of my own. Like my friend the Doctor, I have lived temperately, eating very little animal food, and that not as an aliment, so much as a condiment for the vegetables, which constitute my principle diet. — Thomas Jefferson

Besides, Weebles are too hard to draw - they just end up looking like eggs, not people. — Jesse James Garrett

If we are growing we are always going to be outside our
comfort zone. — John C. Maxwell

Spending on the military doesn't increase the deficit. — Ronald Reagan

Before facing you enemy, you must first face yourself. — Tite Kubo

It is more important to be pretty as a woman than to be fashionable. — Diane Von Furstenberg

However, I was not long to rest in piece[sic], for in a few days I received a letter from Carter Brooks, as follows:
DEAR BARBARA: It was sweet of you to write me so promptly, although I confess to being rather astonished as well as delighted at being called "Dearest." The signature too was charming, "Ever thine." But, dear child, won't you write at once and tell me why the waist, bust and hip measurements? And the request to have them really low in the neck? Ever thine, CARTER.
It will be perceived that I had sent him the letter to mother, by mistake. — Mary Roberts Rinehart

History is the insight to foresight — Dr Lloyd Magangeni

People who need to believe in deities can find them everywhere they look. — Graham Kendall

I went to my grandmother, your great-great-grandmother, and asked her to write a letter. She was my mother's mother. Your father's mother's mother's mother. I hardly knew her. I didn't have any interest in knowing her. I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.
What kind of letter? my grandmother asked.
I told her to write whatever she wanted to write.
You want a letter from me? she asked.
I told her yes.
Oh, God bless you, she said.
The letter she gave me was sixty-seven pages long. It was the story of her life. She made my request into her own. Listen to me. — Jonathan Safran Foer

It's all right," Jeanne was yelling. "Yeah, you heard me, it's all right! Delos isn't dangerous. Not to us, anyway. Come on, you, get out of there! What are you doing hiding behind that pig? — L.J.Smith