Strongholds Of The Mind Quotes & Sayings

A well-educated populace is the backbone of our middle-class. — Mark Pocan

I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face. — Langston Hughes

Sorrow for sin is indeed necessary, but it should not be an endless preoccupation. You must dwell also on the glad remembrance of God's loving-kindness; otherwise, sadness will harden the heart and lead it more deeply into despair. — Saint Bernard

Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding — Diane Arbus

Excellence isn't about meeting the spec, it's about setting the spec. It defines what the consumer sees as quality right this minute, and tomorrow, if you're good, you'll reset that expectation again — Seth Godin

We live in a bewildering world. — Stephen Hawking

Evil spreads with the wind; truth is capable of spreading even against it. — Paramahansa Yogananda

Mom is talking to Jack. "I hear you're interested in zoo animals."
I snort. There's a sentence you don't hear too often. I fake an insulted sigh.
"Well, thank-you, Mother. Yes, I'm hungry, but you don't have to be so honest about it. Your tact is amazing. — Erynn Mangum

I am back in Los Angeles after a very successful run in Chicago as Billy Flynn. — Greg Evigan

Strongholds are developed from our habits (an act repeated so often that it becomes involuntary, there is no new decision of mind each time the act is performed). Strongholds can also be birthed from judgments that have been made when wounding occurs or when the basic needs of life are not met. — Jack Frost

Tea is the tast of my land:it is bitter and warm,strong,and sharp with memory.It tastes of longing.It tastes of the distance between where you are and where you come from.Also it vanishes-the taste of it vanishes from your tongue while your lips are still hot from the cup.It disappears,like plantations stretching up into the mist.I have heard that your country drinks more tea than any other.How sad that must make you-like children who long for absent mothers.I am sorry. — Chris Cleave