Rifaat Assad Quotes & Sayings

Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object. — William Shakespeare

It is only by frequent deaths of ourselves and our self-centered desires that we can come to live more fully. — Mother Teresa

If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct. — Letty Cottin Pogrebin

You go through a process of refinement and getting rid of the excesses of your early youth in terms of your excitement about what theatre can do. — Stephen Daldry

In life; a mile deep with stress is a mile deep in pain and that needs courage. — Auliq Ice

Why am I more cautious as I age instead of the other way around? I wonder if it's all tied in to failure. I tend to forget my gains and remember only the losses. The failures have piled up, wreaking havoc with my confidence until, as an adult, I've become afraid to take chances. — Joan Anderson

I fell into writing, I suppose, being one of those awful children who wrote verses. I went to a convent in New York-the Blessed Sacrament ... I was fired from there, finally, for a lot of things, among them my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion. — Dorothy Parker

And if this seems strange to you - that, under these difficult, frightening, and outlandish circumstances, children might be happy...well, then you don't know all that much about children. — Adam Gidwitz

We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war.
There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war.
Also they make money out of it. — Ernest Hemingway,

But wherever the truth may lie, this much is crystal-clear: our bigger-and-better society is now like a hypochondriac, so obsessed with its own economic health as to have lost the capacity to remain healthy ... Nothing could be more salutary at this stage than a little healthy contempt for a plethora of material blessings. — Aldo Leopold

He slowly turned around. "What is love? In English." I raised my brows. "Love, in English, is love?" "What is it in Spanish?" I was so enthralled by his hypnotic eyes, I could barely remember. "Amore?" He shook his head ever so slightly. "No. Love in Spanish is you. — Karina Halle