Themes And Subthemes Quotes & Sayings

Set your mind on beauty, love, and virtue. You will be blessed, great, pure, and true. — Debasish Mridha

My brother and I had saved $15,000 by working many years nailing fruit crates together. — Robert Mondavi

My problem with most athletic challenges is training. I'm lazy and find that workouts cut into my drinking time. — Tim Cahill

Insights are everything. They play central parts in the actualization of destiny. A dangerous insights becomes a colossal executioner. Latching your fate with noble thoughts spares you a life of self-limitation. — Darmie Orem

And what do I know about humans? Only this: My name is Doloria Maria de la Cruz, and I'm not just the end of childhood. I'm the end of humanity. And if you come from the skies- I'm coming for you. — Margaret Stohl

Those who have lived in a house with spoiled children must have a lively recollection of the degree of torment they can inflict upon all who are within sight or hearing. — Maria Edgeworth

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. — C. G. Jung

If you sell yourself short before you even start, you'll never know how far you could have gone. Ambition is a wonderful thing and has gotten me farther than I ever thought I'd go. — Carrie Vaughn

Deceived in Freindship and Betrayed in Love — Jane Austen

I am convinced that these heavenly beings exist and that they provide unseen aid on our behalf. — Billy Graham

My favourite subjects at school were algebra and logic: making a big problem into something small. — Mario Testino

I loved him in a way that I knew would never stop, in a way that would hurt forever. — J. Nelle Patrick

Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw smelled the Malthusian morbidity underlying natural selection, lamenting, "When its whole significance dawns on you, your heart sinks into a heap of sand within you." Shaw lamented natural selection's "hideous fatalism," and complained of its "damnable reduction of beauty and intelligence, of strength and purpose, of honor and aspiration."4 — Christopher Ryan

The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops of green so bright and pure that it hurt the eyes; the rest were not a color, but a light, the substance of fire on metal, living sparks without edges. And it looked as if the forest were a spread of light boiling slowly to produce this color, the green rising in small bubbles, the condensed essence of spring. The trees met, blending over the road and the spots of sun on the ground moved with the shifting of the branches, like a conscious caress. — Ayn Rand