Simple Short Fall Quotes & Sayings

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life. — Tammara Webber

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. — Anne Rice

If darkness was meant to rule it wouldn't be chased away by the Light." -Sheelagh — Brittany L. Engels

If we will only think, we shall begin to thank. — Charles Spurgeon

Whoever determines the truth from people alone will remain lost in the plains of bewilderment. Rather, know the truth, and you will know its people. — Al-Ghazali

Everything has two sides - the outside that is ridiculous, and the inside that is solemn. — Olive Schreiner

I have a lovely room and bath in the hotel. It's a little inconvenient, they're in two separate buildings! — Henny Youngman

I wish that I had known back then that a mastery of process would lead to a product. Then I probably wouldn't have found it so frightening to write. — Elizabeth George

The extreme inequalities in the manner of living of the several classes of mankind, the excess of idleness in some, and of labour in others, the facility of irritating and satisfying our sensuality and our appetites, the too exquisite and out of the way aliments of the rich, which fill them with fiery juices, and bring on indigestions, the unwholesome food of the poor, of which even, bad as it is, they very often fall short, and the want of which tempts them, every opportunity that offers, to eat greedily and overload their stomachs; watchings, excesses of every kind, immoderate transports of all the passions, fatigues, waste of spirits, in a word, the numberless pains and anxieties annexed to every condition, and which the mind of man is constantly a prey to; these are the fatal proofs that most of our ills are of our own making, and that we might have avoided them all by adhering to the simple, uniform and solitary way of life prescribed to us by nature. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Have you observed that only death awakens our feelings? How we love the friends who have just departed - don't you find? How we admire those of our masters who have been silenced, their mouths full of dirt! Then our tributes come naturally, tributes that they may have waited all their lives to hear. But do you know why we are always fairer and more generous towards the dead? The reason is simple! We have no obligation where they're concerned! They leave us free, we can take our time, fit the tribute into the interval between cocktails and a nice mistress, in other words, lost moments. If they did oblige us to do anything, it would be to remember, and our memories are short. No, what we like in our friends is fresh death, painful death, our own feelings, in short, ourselves! — Albert Camus

Not all of us are called to be hermits, but all of us need enough silence and solitude in our lives to enable the deeper voice of our own self to be heard at least occasionally. — Thomas Merton

I read the New York Times, and if I'm in a different city, I'll skim that paper. — David Cross

I want you to know that I'm just like you, and, just like you, sometimes I have a little trouble holding things together. — Dexter Palmer

I think that every one whom you may ask how to write a play will reply, if he really can write one, that he doesn't know how it is done. It is a little as if you were to ask Romeo what he did to fall in love with Juliet and to make her love him; he would reply that he did not know, that it simply happened.
Well, my dear friend, if you want me to be quite frank, I'll own up that I don't know how to write a play. One day a long time ago, when I was scarcely out of school, I asked my father the same question. He answered: It's very simple; the first act clear, the last act short, and all the acts interesting. — Alexandre Dumas-fils

I have learnt that I am me, that I can do the things that, as one might put it, me can do, but I cannot do the things that me would like to do. — Oswald Chambers

We struggle, we grow weary, we grow tired. We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair. We give up, we fall down, we let go. We cry, we are empty, we grown calm. We are ready. We wait quietly.
A small shy truth arrives. Arrives from without and within. Arrives and is born. Simple, steady, clear. Like a mirror, like a bell, like a flame. Like rain in summer. A precious truth arrives and is born within us. Within our emptiness.
We accept it, we observe it, we absorb it. We surrender to our bare truth. We are nourished, we are changed. We are blessed. We rise up. For this we give thanks.
Short NotesS From The Long History Of Happiness — Michael Leunig

I just like the blues better than rock 'n' roll. — Johnny Winter

I don't hate homosexuals. I love homosexuals. It's the sin of homosexuality I hate. — Anita Bryant

What his son, Marty, never fully understood was that deep down there was an Ethel-shaped hole in Henry's life, and without her, all he felt was the draft of loneliness, cold and sharp, the years slipping away like blood from a wound that never heals. — Jamie Ford