Svagt Song Quotes & Sayings

When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can but remember that my heart once used to live and love, long and aspire- O, be thou then the first, the one thou art; be thou the calling, before all answering love, and in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire. — George MacDonald

I love Toronto, I have spent a lot of time up there working. There's a lot of stuff going on there. — Steve Zahn

An expert must be BOLD if he hopes to alchemize his homespun theory into
conventional wisdom. — Steven D. Levitt

One of these days, I'm going to publish a book of all the pictures I did not take. It is going to be a huge hit. — Rene Burri

If you do not believe that a man will commit murder for one can of tomatoes, then you have never been hungry. — Robert A. Heinlein

Pride makes us artificial; humility makes us real — Thomas Merton

It is through history that we learn who we are and how we got that way, why and how we changed, why the good sometimes prevailed and sometimes did not. — Stephen Ambrose

I have always believed that those that have been given a lot need to share in all areas of life. — Heather Watts

We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they ruin our dreams. — Eric Hoffer

Some of us learn control, more or less by accident. The rest of us go all our lives not even understanding how it is possible, and blaming our failure on being born the wrong way. — B.F. Skinner

The teapot takes in water and gives out tea. So the human individual takes in anything you give him and promptly transforms it; he is ready to give you out again his own reactions - first, in thought and emotion, then in voice or action. — Louis MacNeice

Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance? — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I'm in self-imposed exile, cradled between split branches, in my favorite tree in the woods behind school. I've been coming here every day at lunch, hiding out until the bell rings, whittling words into the branches with my pen, allowing my heart to break in private. — Jandy Nelson

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird. — Rumi