Siostry Magdalenki Quotes & Sayings

Hat whole phrase, "daring greatly," is from the Theodore Roosevelt quote that goes back to your original question of, what about the critics? And when I read his quote it was life-changing. "It's not the critic who counts; it's not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done the better. — Brene Brown

You think I gave you crack?"
"Maybe."
Is there anything about me that screams crack?"
He grinned as he swayed. "Your butt crack," he whispered before dissolving into giggles. — T.J. Klune

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current. — Willa Cather

It was the story of her life and probably how she had survived this long: with a little talent and a lot of flair. — Fannie Flagg

Human has the ability to believe in something wrong as if it is true. — Toba Beta

Nothing is more evident, I venture to think, as a result of two or three thousand years of social philosophizing, than that society must live and thrive by way of the native impulses of individual human beings. — William Ernest Hocking

I've done so many hip-hop albums already I got tired of just hip-hop. — Kool Keith

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together. — Robert Breault

I shoot the same rifle I've shot since I killed my first deer with it when I was nine. — Boo Weekley

Who is considered as reputable in God's language? The one who can do 'world's salvation' just through his eyes! — Dada Bhagwan

Sometimes it's the risks we take that lead us to exactly the place we need to be. — Alyssa Rose Ivy

I'm concerned a little bit with the culture of celebrating the fundraise. My dad taught me that when you borrow money it's the worst day of your life. — Gary Vaynerchuk

It's not what we take with us
It's what we leave behind
Like a river singing
It wont let us sleep at night. — Mick Bose

The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks. — Sophie Swetchine

'I scrape under a nail and I pull out dirt. I pull off an overlay and I smell urine. It's the rot of their lives seeping into their nailbeds, you see? They can fix their hair and paint their nails and run on a treadmill until they're anorexia's poster child, but they can't fix their lives ... lives of rotting perfection.' — Vicki Pettersson