Schritte International Audio Quotes & Sayings

When she came back minutes later with a great, fat, skinned rabbit, Po had built a fire. The flames cast orange light on the horses and on himself. "It was the least I could do," Po said, drily, "and I see you've already skinned the hare. I'm beginning to think I won't have much responsibility as we travel through the forest together."
"Does it other you? You're welcome to do the hunting yourself. Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks, and scream if I hear strange noises. — Kristin Cashore

If it be the pleasure of Heaven that my country shall require the poor offering of my life, the victim shall be ready, at the appointed hour of sacrifice, come when that hour may. But while I do live, let me have a country, and that a free country! — John Adams

Judaism is absolutely incompatible with the abandonment of the Torah. — Solomon Schechter

As I worked to rebuild the ghost town I had made, I felt keenly that my failure to help Timothy was really only the latest chapter in a lifelong history of inadequacy and powerlessness. — Michael Chabon

Dream a bigger dream to reach uncharted success — S.C. Ellington

You don't have to be fearless. Just be sincere. — Danielle LaPorte

His pomposity is overshadowed only by his rank stupidity — Ann Coulter

There are some who write, talk, and think, so much about vice and virtue, that they have no time to practice either the one or the other. — Charles Caleb Colton

I don't think my opinions are stupid but other people do, so it's better to keep them to myself. — Anne Frank

But Dimitri ... well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else's, and he was using them all in defense of me.
"Stay back," he ordered me. "They aren't laying a hand on you. — Richelle Mead

Her love ... so unconditional, so unapologetic; reminds me that I am worth so much more than the standard I have set for myself. — Steve Maraboli

Aim for the highest. — Andrew Carnegie

On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was the sort of storm that rarely happened in Lexington, and the steady white flakes, the silence, filled him with a sense of excitement and peace. It was a moment when all the disparate shards of his life seemed to knit themselves together, every past sadness and disappointment, every anxious secret and uncertainty hidden now beneath the soft white layers. Tomorrow would be quiet, the world subdued and fragile, until the neighborhood children came out to break the stillness with their tracks and shouts and joy. He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths. The world, for a few short hours, transformed. — Kim Edwards