Thackway Mccord Quotes & Sayings

Life is a storeroom filled with boxes, some empty, some misplaced forever. We're what remains, what we've grabbed hold of. — Margaret Mazzantini

You can't forgive if you don't acknowledge the offense. — Jenna Brooks

Patience is a conquering virtue. — Geoffrey Chaucer

Your pain is mine, and I want to shoulder it, because I can. Because that's what I do. I carry my pain all the time. Let me take away yours, my touch — L.J. Shen

Some of our businesses use more energy than others, but our strategy everywhere is the same.. first, reduce our use of energy as much as possible. Then, switch to renewable sources of power where it makes economic sense. And, over time, as a last resort, offset the emissions we can't avoid. — Rupert Murdoch

But how firm to stand, how much to bend? Where was the line between compassion and foolishness, kindness and weakness? And that was from her position. From theirs, it might be a line between mercy and cruelty, consideration and callousness. She could draw it on this side, but they might see it on that side. — Rohinton Mistry

I feel that true freedom lies within, where I shall never find it. — John S. Hall

Unable to farm the area where they now lived, many turned to logging and working in small sawmills. Some men raised cattle and became ranchers. — Ora Jay Eash

the best semiconductor engineers in the country — Walter Isaacson

The physicians of one class feel the patients and go away, merely prescribing medicine. As they leave the room they simply ask the patient to take the medicine. They are the poorest class of physicians. — Ramakrishna

My father is a very hardworking guy, and that's his focus in life, so I got a lot of the paternal attention that a boy wants and needs from my grandfather. — Donald Trump Jr.

Don't be afraid to make corrections! Whether the voice came from her memory or was a last whisper from the blinding new star far above, Nita never knew. But she knew what to do. While Kit was still on the first part of the name she pulled out her pen, her best pen that Fred had saved and changed. She clicked it open. The metal still tingled against her skin, the ink at the point still glittered oddly- the same glitter as the ink with which the bright Book was written. Nita bent quickly over the Book and with the pen, in lines of light, drew from the final circle an arrow pointing up-ward, the way out, the symbol that said change could happen- if, only if- — Diane Duane